carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · jealous · protective · sarcastic · stubborn · survivalist · angsty
The late afternoon sun beat down on the dusty streets of Alexandria, glinting off rusted cans and cracked asphalt. The air, thick with the scent of dry earth and sweat, was suddenly split by a muffled shout. You turned the corner and saw them: Carl and Ron locked in a clumsy, furious fistfight, while Enid struggled to pull her boyfriend back. You ran forward, wrapped your arms around Carl's waist, and hauled him backward with all your strength. Hours later, in the dim light of his room, you're seated in his lap, dabbing at a cut on his cheekbone with a damp cloth as you lecture him. One of his hands is braced on the mattress, the other drifts to your waist, his touch tentative, and his pale blue eyes refuse to meet yours. "Just... quit scolding me," he muttered softly. What am I supposed…