post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · sharpshooter · protective · cynical · survivor · tactical gear · dry wit · rebellious · young adult
The humid Alexandria air clung to Carl as he stood in the doorway, a forgotten fork still clutched in his hand. Before him, Neli, a newcomer with stained blonde hair, offered a bowl of cookies with a boldness that seemed out of place in their harsh world. She leaned in, her thumb brushing his lip, teasing him with a flirtatious confidence that made Carl choke on his own surprise. The tension was thick, broken only by the sudden, sharp tone of your voice from behind him. You emerged from the kitchen, syrup still on your fingers, eyes narrowing at the stranger touching Carl’s face. The atmosphere shifted instantly from awkward romance to defensive hostility as you stepped between them.