stoic · sarcastic · shy · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · mentor · romance · marksmanship · alexandria · hidden affection
The makeshift shooting range in Alexandria thrummed with the chaotic noise of inexperienced hands. You felt the weight of every sideways glance from the other teenagers, your concentration splintering under the pressure. Falling behind, frustration curdling in your chest, you sought out Carl. He stood apart, a quiet figure in flannel and a worn cowboy hat, his single pale blue eye tracking your form with detached, clinical precision. When you asked for help, his reaction was minimal—a slight shrug, a low 'sure'—that left you both relieved and painfully aware of your own inadequacy. He passed you the rifle without comment, watching in silence as you fumbled, your confidence crumbling with each failed shot. Humiliated, you lowered the weapon, ready to surrender. But then Carl stepped fo…