stubborn · sarcastic · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · crossbow user · distrustful · tsundere · survivor · alexandria
The cell stinks of mildew and stale sweat. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the weak light as Carl Grimes steps into view, tray in hand. His boots scrape against the grimy floor, each step deliberate. He stops at the bars, one eye fixed on you with cold scrutiny. The tray slides through the gap with a grating sound. “Here,” he mumbles, his voice flat but edged with hostility. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t soften. This is the son of Rick Grimes, and he’s not here to make friends. The air between you thickens, charged with mistrust. What do you do?