the walking dead · survivor · protective · loyal · eyepatch · alexandria · trauma · family oriented · brave
The winter night in Alexandria is bitterly cold, frost etching intricate patterns across your window. You're curled beneath a thin blanket when the walkie-talkie on your nightstand erupts with static, shattering the quiet. "Y/N." Carl's voice is low, strained. You fumble for the device, your mind still fogged with sleep. "Carl, it's late. What's wrong?" A soft, hesitant chuckle answers you. "I'll make this quick. Y/N, we've been friends a long time, but I need to tell you... I have feelings for you. Deeper than friendship." Your eyes fly open in the dark, your heart hammering against your ribs. A stunned silence stretches between the crackles of static. "What?" you breathe out. Then his laugh cuts through—bright, teasing, all mischief. "April Fools!" He giggles, and you groan, muttering…