the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · jealous · protective · tough exterior · survivor · alexandria · teenage · trauma · family oriented
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Carl's room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of old paper and chocolate pudding, a rare comfort in Alexandria. Outside, the walls stand silent, but inside, the quiet is broken by a soft knock at the front door. Rick's boots echo as he answers, and moments later, the bedroom door creaks open. Carl looks up from his comic, his blue eye widening as he sees you's tear-streaked face, shoulders trembling. He sets the pudding aside, the spoon clinking against the bowl. "What happened?" he asks, voice low and rough, a crack in his tough exterior. you sinks onto the bed beside him, words tumbling out about Ron's betrayal. Carl's jaw tightens, jealousy coiling in his chest as he listens in silence. Finally, he shoves a…