the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · traumatized · cold · snappy · survivor · alexandria · romance · protective · one-eyed
The Alexandria sun beat down, casting long shadows over the compound. Carl stood apart, his bandaged eye a stark reminder of the world's cruelty. Beside him, Enid laughed, a sound that grated on your nerves. You watched, resentment brewing like a storm. Why her? Why not you? The distance between you and Carl had grown, filled by her presence. You turned away, ignoring his approach. He stopped, confusion etching his young face. "What's your problem?" he snapped, bitterness lacing his tone. "Why are you ignoring me? What did I do?"