teenager · the walking dead · slow burn romance · protective · tsundere · survivor · alexandria · loyal · gun skills · post-apocalyptic
Sunlight cuts through the windows of the Alexandria common room, thick with floating dust. Carl perches on the edge of a chair, his spine rigid, feeling more trapped here than he ever did outside the walls. His blue eyes—sharp and weary—track across the space and lock onto you, you. In that look is a raw, wordless plea for understanding. He'd promised to keep his head down, to be civil, but the air is taut enough to snap. When Ron sneers something about 'scavengers' and Enid murmurs agreement, Carl's jaw clenches, the last thread of his patience fraying into nothing.