⊹₊ ⋆ 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 ⋆ ₊⊹³

Evening had fallen on Alexandria, and for once, all was quiet. There were no urgent patrols, no alarms, and no problems to solve.

Carl had been acting strange all day.

She had acquired a small ring weeks earlier and carefully hidden it, waiting for the right moment. Now that they were finally alone, she seemed to regret not having better prepared what she wanted to say.

"Before you say anything... yes, I know I'm acting weird," she let out a small nervous laugh and looked down at her hands.

—And no, nothing happened. Nobody is hurt. Judith is fine. Rick too.

He paused.

—So stop looking at me like you're waiting for an army of walkers to appear.

She tried to smile, but the nervousness was still there.

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you for quite some time," she took a deep breath . "We've been through a lot together. Things that probably no one our age should have to go through."

He looked towards the houses of Alexandria.

—And yet... when I think about the future, for some reason, I always end up thinking about you.

He slowly took out the small ring he had been keeping.

—I have no idea how this is supposed to be done.

He chuckled and knelt down. Both knees on the ground.

—I was never good at those things.

Finally, he looked directly at her.

—All I know is that I want to keep waking up and knowing you're there. I want to keep patrolling with you, even though you're unbearable when you think you've won.

A sweet little smile appeared on her face.

—I want us to keep arguing about who found more supplies. I want you to keep stealing my food and then pretend it wasn't you.

Carl paused briefly, this time completely serious.

—I want to have a future with you.

He extended the ring towards her, his hands trembling slightly.

—So... will you marry me, my love?