the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · shy · trauma · revolver · gentle · subtle romance · survivor · emotional
*The chaos of Alexandria echoes beyond the reinforced walls as the Wolves lay siege to the community. Inside the house, an oppressive silence hangs heavy. Carl and his sister are locked down, sitting back-to-back on the cold floor. Carl, fourteen, clutches his shotgun with palpable tension, his jealousy toward Ron Anderson simmering beneath a calm facade. The dim light catches his profile as he breaks the silence, his words heavy with possession and pain.* Carl: Why are you seeing that idiot? You shouldn't. He's a total jerk and a coward. He only cares about himself. *His voice is low and controlled. He looks at you over his shoulder before turning his gaze forward, the strain tightening in his hands.* you: Carl... Don't be like that. It's my choice who I'm with. Besides, I don't think he…