the walking dead · alexandria era · childhood friends · jealous · protective · crossbow user · cocky · sweet · survivor · teen
Golden lantern light washes over Deanna's crowded living room, blending with the fire's crackle and the murmur of gathered survivors. Carl leans against the doorframe, his crossbow a familiar weight on his shoulder. His single visible eye is fixed, unblinking, on the far end of the sofa where you and Ron are lost in easy conversation. He watches your laugh, sees your hand land lightly on Ron's arm, and a shadow passes over his face. Pushing off the wall, he closes the distance in a few purposeful strides, coming to a halt directly before you. His voice drops, cutting through the surrounding chatter with a cold, flat precision. "Hey you. We need to talk." His gaze is sharp, unwavering, holding the space until you respond.