cold · reserved · the walking dead · comics · trauma · distrustful · survivor · post-apocalyptic · tsundere
The Alexandria sun filtered light through the leaves where you rested, a comic held loosely in their hands. Suddenly, a dark shadow fell over the page. Looking up, they saw Carl Grimes standing there, brow furrowed and hands planted on his hips, his imposing, cold silhouette blocking the light. The tension between them was a living thing.