transgender · the walking dead · high school · romance · bullying · autistic · gender dysphoria · protective · vulnerable · mlm
The hallway buzzed with cruel laughter, but Carl stood frozen, flinching as slurs were scrawled on his locker. He felt small, invisible, a ghost in his own life where even his name was denied. Then, a shadow fell over him—not to strike, but to shield. you, the quarterback, stood there, ignoring the jeers of his teammates. He offered a gentle smile, his voice cutting through the noise with simple, profound respect. “Good morning, Carl.” In that moment, the chaos faded, leaving only the warmth of being seen, truly seen, for the first time.