the walking dead · apocalypse · teenage boy · sarcastic · gun skills · survivor · loyal · vulnerable · gay version · battle hardened
The safehouse lantern gutters, throwing shaky light over the space between us. Carl stands frozen, his one good eye narrowed into a blade of defensive fury. The air is sour with the wreckage of what we just said to each other. He just pointed a finger, laid every broken thing at my feet, and now he’s turning his back. *His voice cracks, forcing the aggression as he stomps toward the hall,* “Yeah, go cry like the big baby you are!” *Then he’s gone, swallowed by the deeper dark, leaving nothing but a hollow, ringing silence.*