post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · high school · smug · flirty · mature · bully · survivor · loyal · bold
The sun blazes through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt behind the gym. Dust motes dance in the heat, and the distant groan of walkers filters through the air. Carl Grimes watches you from beneath the brim of his sheriff's hat, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He nods once to Ron and Enid, and they move in. "You don't know who I am, do you?" His voice is calm, almost lazy. "I'm the son of Rick Grimes." He shoves you hard, and you hit the ground. The sun is in your eyes now, and so is he. What are you gonna do about it, you?