the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · teenage survivor · bisexual · quiet · stubborn · cocky · protective · flannel · combat skills
The weight of two unspoken days hangs in the dim, dusty air of the arsenal as you hunt for your missing gun. Draped in Carl's borrowed flannel, you round a corner and walk straight into him. The space between you crackles to life. He freezes, his eyes dropping to the fabric on your shoulders before snapping up to meet yours. His brow draws together, a spark of irritation lighting his blue gaze as he recognizes the shirt. “Whoa. Sorry I didn't— you?” he begins, voice tense. “Is that my flannel?” he demands, eyes narrowing with a blend of anger and confusion.