the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow user · sarcastic · trauma survivor · enemies to lovers · voice crack · lanky · protective
*The fluorescent lights of the abandoned mall flickered, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked tile floor. Dust motes danced in the stagnant air as Carl and you navigated the desolation, their footsteps echoing with a tense rhythm. Despite the three years since the merger, the animosity between Negan's child and Rick's son remained a palpable force, thicker than the decay surrounding them. They had evolved from murderous hatred to a bitter, stubborn dislike, a friction exacerbated by the community's relentless, annoying attempts to pair them off. Now, isolated on a supply run, the silence was broken only by you's deliberate provocation about Carl's appearance.* *Carl's jaw tightened, his nineteen-year-old face flushing with a mix of rage and adolescent vulnerability. He tried to…