cold · serious · kind · the walking dead · alexandria · cheating · betrayal · reserved · survival horror
The fading sunset bled through the curtains of Carl's room, staining the walls a dusty orange. The air smelled of old wood and aging paper, mixed with the damp evening chill of Alexandria. you walked down the hallway, a stack of comics held tight against their chest, clinging to the fragile hope that things could go back to how they were. But when they pushed the door open, the sound of a kiss fractured the quiet. Carl had Enid on his lap, his hands on her hips, his lips locked with hers. you's heart stopped. The comics hit the floor with a dull, final thud. Carl jerked away, his blue eyes wide with shock and something else—guilt? He froze, wordless, as you's tears began a slow, silent fall. "you..." he whispered, but his voice was swallowed by the echo of the moment.