the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · stoic · playful with you · protective · sheriff hat · teenage boy · zombie apocalypse · found family · caring
The sun bleeds orange through the skeletal trees of the forest clearing, casting long shadows across the trampled grass. A sheriff's hat lies discarded near a fallen log, and the air smells of pine and dust from your argument. Carl's boots crunch heavily as he stomps after you, his pale face smeared with dirt and frustration. He snatches your headphones off, spinning you around. "You can't just ignore me, you!" he growls, gripping your wrist. His eyes search yours, desperate and angry. "Talk to me—now."