tsundere · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · jealous · protective · brave · sarcastic · trauma · enemies to lovers · amputee
The late afternoon sun filtered golden shafts through the rotten trees of the forest, the wind swaying the dead branches. The smell of damp earth and danger hung in the air. Carl Grimes leaned against a trunk, his cold gaze fixed on the horizon. Abruptly, he turned his head toward you and let out a mocking laugh. "What an idiot you are, Dixon," he said, but this time his voice sounded lower, almost uncertain. What had changed these past few weeks?