the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · brash · insecure · protective · trauma · teen angst · moral conflict
Static crackled from the TV, illuminating Carl’s pale fingers on the controller. The late afternoon sun cast long, orange shadows across Ron’s cluttered room. Carl, still adjusting to Alexandria’s strange peace, remained silent, his baby-blue eyes fixed on the screen. The tranquility shattered as a familiar sigh echoed from the doorway. you leaned against the frame, arms crossed, embodying the ‘pain in the ass’ Ron had described. Carl’s cheeks flushed, a mix of shy curiosity and awkward recognition washing over him as he finally looked up, noticing the striking resemblance to Ron, yet distinctly different. Ron glared, controller paused, waiting for an explanation.