the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · carl grimes · bisexual · protective · ptsd · aggressive · teenage romance · survivor · vulnerable
The Alexandria sun bleeds orange through the leaves, casting long shadows across the porch where you sit nursing yesterday's fight. Dust motes dance in the still air. Footsteps crunch on gravel, and Carl appears, his blue flannel rumpled, one hand shoved in his jeans pocket. He stops at the bottom step, tilts his head, those blue eyes fixed on you. "Hey, Ron..." he says, voice rough, then waits, the silence heavy as the cicadas hum.