STAY, c.grimes

STAY, c.grimes

carlgallaghersrealgf

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MatureOngoing<5 mins

Last published Sat, Jun 24, 2023

IN WHICH tiffany was a survivor just like Carl, but unlike him, she was not born into this apocalyptic world. She was a foreign exchange student who became caught up in the outbreak during her time in Atlanta. When she met Carl, she could tell that he was different from most of the other survivors. He still had a kind heart and a sense of hope, despite all they had been through. At first, Tiffany and Carl were just friends - they talked about their past lives, their dreams and aspirations. They shared details about their families, their friends, and everything they missed about the world that existed before the apocalypse. But as they spent more time together, their friendship turned into something deeper. Carl admired Tiffany for her bravery and resilience, and he found himself drawn to her quiet strength. Tiffany, other hand, was attracted to Carl's determination and loyalty, despite the brutality and chaos of their new reality. As they navigated life in the apocalypse together, they began to rely on each other for support and comfort. Tiffany appreciated how Carl always had her back, and Carl found solace in Tiffany's calming presence. One day, amidst a particularly dangerous scavenging mission, Carl and Tiffany found themselves alone together in a quiet, abandoned building. As they waited for the others to catch up, they found themselves staring deeply into each other's eyes. Will they kiss? - ❝︎ Do you still think of him? ❞︎ ❝︎ Everyday. ❞︎ Carl grimes x fem!oc 【TWD SEASONS :: 4-8】 ⚠️ strong language ,, violence ,, gore ,, sexual content ,, and other sensitive topics! ⚠️

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