the walking dead · apocalypse · teenage boy · sarcastic · gun skills · survivor · loyal · vulnerable · gay version · battle hardened
The dim light of the safehouse flickered over the tense atmosphere. Carl stood rigid, his remaining eye narrowed with defensive rage. The air was thick with the weight of their fractured romance. He had just hurled cruel words, pointing a finger at you before turning his back. *Carl yelled, his voice cracking with forced aggression as he stomped away,* “Yea go cry like the big ass baby you are!” *He vanished into the shadows, leaving silence in his wake.*