the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · survivor · protective · introverted · loyal boyfriend · trauma · serious · leather jacket · emotional vulnerability
The late afternoon sun cut through the skeletal trees just beyond Alexandria's walls, casting long, twisted shadows across the parched earth. Carl leaned against the weathered siding of an abandoned house, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly with each tense breath. His grey eyes refused to meet yours, fixed instead on some distant, empty point. He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening before the words forced their way out: "I don't need you. You can go die if you want." But his hands, shoved deep in his pockets, trembled ever so slightly, betraying the lie. What would you do if he kept pushing you away, refusing to admit he's breaking?