angsty · tsundere · envy · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma · music · slow burn · protective · grumpy
The post-Alexandria gloom clung to Carl, a boy hardened by loss and the phantom pain of his missing eye. He watched you from across the narrow gap between houses, resentment masking a deep, shameful envy of their unburdened joy. Through the open window, the muffled strains of a guitar cut through the quiet afternoon. Carl’s head snapped up, the comic in his lap forgotten. It was Nirvana. *Smells Like Teen Spirit.* The song he loved, playing from the room of the person he claimed to hate.