⋆⁺₊˚ 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 ˚₊⁺⋆

The shooting had stopped just a few minutes ago. The air still smelled of gunpowder and dust.
Carl held his weapon low, but not entirely relaxed. He was breathing heavily, with a slight cut on his eyebrow that he wasn't even fully aware of.
Then he saw her.
Standing next to Negan, wiping the blood from his cheek with the back of {{user}} hand.
Carl remained still. Longer than he should have.
He clenched his jaw and looked away for a second, only to look back at her almost immediately.
I didn't know when I had stopped paying attention to everything else.
He only knew that, for the first time in a long time, something had disarmed him without the need for a weapon.