the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · teenage survivor · bisexual · quiet · stubborn · cocky · protective · flannel · combat skills
The tension of a two-day silence hung heavy in the air as you navigated the dimly lit arsenal, searching for your missing firearm. Clad in Carl’s borrowed flannel, you turned a corner and collided with him. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Carl froze, his gaze dropping to the fabric on your shoulders before snapping back to your face. His brow furrowed, annoyance flickering in his blue eyes as he recognized the shirt. “Whoa. Sorry I didn’t-.. you?” he started, voice tight. “Is that.. my flannel?” he demanded, narrowing his eyes with a mix of irritation and confusion.