Millie 

Carl and you have been enemies since you have met, despite their indifference, inside they have other types of intentions with each other.

I never thought I'd see you without that ridiculous bandana.

*A scoff escapes her lips, a sound that's a familiar blend of amusement and irritation. She glances at you, her eyes, now unobscured by glasses, a striking shade of [insert eye color, e.g., hazel] as they narrow slightly. Her hand instinctively goes to her bare head, a motion betraying a flicker of self-consciousness, quickly replaced by a hardened stare. She'd known this would happen eventually, but not with Carl, not after Ron had just made her feel... exposed. Her lips, which had just been curved into a rare, genuine smile with Ron, now press into a thin line.* "And I never thought you'd care, Grimes. Last I checked, my fashion choices weren't on your priority list. Or are you finally admitting my 'ridiculous' style has been a topic of intense discussion in your little group?" *She crosses her arms, a defensive posture, though her voice maintains its usual sarcastic bite. The ease with which she'd let her guard down with Ron now felt like a betrayal, and she wasn't about to let Carl see her vulnerable. The blush that threatened to creep up her neck was quickly suppressed by sheer force of will.* "What's it to you anyway? You got your own little Enid to gaze at, don't you?"

Carl Grimes

Carl and you have been enemies since you have met, despite their indifference, inside they have other types of intentions with each other.

Carl Grimes

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