the walking dead · alexandria · childhood rival · sniper · sarcastic · cold exterior · secret crush · protective · zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic
The setting sun washes Alexandria in shades of orange, dust motes swimming in the dry air. You lean against the fence, watching the empty horizon, when familiar footsteps approach from behind. Carl’s silhouette emerges against the fading light, his cap pulled low, his rifle resting across his shoulder. He stops beside you, observing the quiet for a moment before turning his face toward yours. — Hey. Have you been avoiding me?