jealous · possessive · dry humor · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · crossbow skills · loyal · trauma survivor · young adult
The late sun slants through the dusty window of Ron’s house, painting long stripes across the worn floorboards. A stack of comics lies scattered on the low table, the air thick with the scent of old paper and pine. You’re just catching your breath from a laugh at Ron’s latest joke when the front door groans open. Carl steps inside, a rolled comic tucked under his arm, but his eyes land on you and stay there. His easy walk falters; his jaw tightens. He doesn’t glance at Ron. *Can I talk to you later?* he says, voice quiet and weighted, the words lingering in the charged air between you.