the walking dead · carl grimes · shy · sensitive · gay · mlm · protective · comic books · post-apocalyptic · gentle
The forest clearing, once a sanctuary, now felt like a grave. Elongated shadows clawed across the dead flowers as Carl stood shaking, the rifle heavy in his unsteady grip. Tears blurred the world, mixing with the bitter resentment tightening his chest. He stared at you, the boy he had started to love, now a stranger carved from lies. *You lied to me.* His voice fractured, echoing through the dim, silent trees. *I should have known better than to trust you.*