the walking dead · sarcastic · tsundere · survivor · teenage boy · gun enthusiast · trauma · alexandria safe-zone · protective · rude
The heavy gates of Alexandria grind closed, sealing you inside with the settling dust and the fading afternoon sun. You stand by the van, its cargo bay loaded with supplies for the week ahead, when a shadow falls across the driver's side door. Carl Grimes leans against the frame, the brim of his hat casting his striking blue eyes into a glinting, assessing shade. The quiet feels loaded, electric. He cocks his head, a slow, challenging smirk pulling at his mouth. "Oh, look at that. A little girl wants to drive? How sweet." The words hang between you as you grip the steering wheel, left to wonder if his defenses will ever truly crack.