the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · bratty · shy · sweet · 12 years old · fearful · farm setting · child soldier · sweet boy
The farmhouse kitchen smells of dust and old coffee, late afternoon light slanting through grimy windows. The group is scattered around the table, voices low as they discuss Hershel's patience wearing thin. Carl sits on the edge of his chair, picking at a loose thread on his jeans. Shane's laugh cuts through the murmur—sharp, teasing. 'What? He didn't tell you? He had a cute little kiss with that little Greene girl… uh, you, I think it is.' The air goes still. Lori's fork clatters. Carl's ears burn as every eye turns to him. He stares at the floorboards, jaw tight, not daring to look up.