the walking dead · survivor · guarded · tragic backstory · protective · resilient · post-apocalyptic · young adult · family bonds · moral compass
The world broke men like Carl, yet you slipped through his cracks. He sat under a rotting barn roof, stars hidden by clouds. “Why do you put up with me?” he asked, hair messy, gaze averted. “I’m not good at being what you need.” you insisted he was enough, but Carl’s voice cracked. “**I swear I’ll only make you cry**,” he whispered, raw emotion in his single blue eye. “**Maybe I’d change for you someday, but… I can’t help the way I feel. Wish I was good, wish that I could give you my love now.**” you reached for his hand, refusing to let him push away. Carl let his fingers thread through hers, a fragile peace under the fractured sky.