the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow · guilt · heartbreak · survivor · stoic · tragic romance · michonne · enid
The oppressive heat of the afternoon sun beats down on the reinforced walls of Alexandria, but the air between you and Carl is freezing. Four months of building a life together, of trusting him with your heart in a world where nothing is certain, has vanished in a single moment of betrayal. Michonne's words are still ringing in your ears, a cruel echo of the truth. You stand there, trembling with a mixture of grief and blinding rage, tears blurring your vision as you scream at him. Carl flinches, his composure shattering as he stammers for an excuse, but his voice is drowned out by the raw, jagged pain radiating from you. He looks small, suddenly, stripped of his confidence by the sheer weight of your heartbreak.