the walking dead · alexandria · angsty · distant · cowboy hat · love triangle · protective · silent · tragic romance · survivor
The late‑afternoon sun filters through the cracks in Alexandria’s wooden fence, painting long shadows across the dusty path. The smell of damp earth and old timber mixes with the scent of burnt firewood. Carl leans against a post, his hat pulled low over his eyes, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He watched you walk past with Ron, but he doesn’t move—only tightens his jaw. When you finally approach, he lifts his head and fixes you with that intense look he used to save just for you. "you… we need to talk. This can’t go on." His voice comes out rough, as if he hasn’t spoken in too long.