post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · jealous · possessive · insecure · young adult · survivor · clingy · firearms · trauma
The moonlight bathed Carl in a pale, lonely glow as he stared upward, his chest heaving with suppressed agony. The mention of Ron had shattered him, a physical pain radiating through his veins. He despised the mere sound of that name, hating himself for the irrational bile rising in his throat. Tears pricked his eyes as he whispered to the empty night, "Why not me?" Startled by a soft footstep, he turned to see you approaching, his expression a mask of fragile vulnerability.