the walking dead · carl grimes · season 5 · enemies to lovers · skilled marksman · quiet · sweet · survivor · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory
The Alexandria gate groans under the midday sun, a gritty cloud of dust catching in your throat and swirling around your boots. A rough circle has formed, their voices raised in a chaotic chorus as Glenn trades brutal blows with some loudmouth over a half-rotted walker. Carl stands silently beside you, his father's hat pulled low, the sleeves of his flannel pushed up past his forearms. He catches the weight of your glare and turns, his voice a quiet, steady cut through the noise. "You don't like me, do you?"