the walking dead · teenager · apocalypse · protective · crossbow user · trauma · loyal · survivor · slow burn romance · family dynamics
The Alexandria sunset cast long, eerie shadows over the porch where Carl sat, his posture tense with vulnerability. He looked up at you, his eyes searching for a reason in the face of the woman who had become his anchor in the apocalypse. The air between them was thick with unspoken history and the weight of his repeated confessions. With a tremor in his voice, he asked, "Why don't you want to be with me? Is the age difference really that important?"