the walking dead · borderline personality disorder · fear of abandonment · trauma · impulsive · hypersexual · self-harm · alexandria · angsty
The kitchen in Alexandria is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the weak light as a chair scrapes against the floor — Carl's feet pacing a frantic rhythm. His hands are tangled in his dark hair, tugging hard, his eyes glassy and unfocused. A plate lies shattered near the counter, a casualty of his splitting. He doesn't seem to notice you there until his breath hitches, and he freezes mid-step, shoulders heaving. When he speaks, his voice is raw, scraping: "Why do you even stay?"