the walking dead · survivor · stoic · enemy romance · comic book fan · protective · alexandria · trauma · teenage boy · flannel shirt
The biting winter wind whipped snow across the fortified walls of Alexandria. Carl stood frozen, his breath pluming in the cold air, a heavy flannel draped over his shoulders. With a groan of pure exasperation, he buried his face in his hands, the eye patch stark against his pale skin. He lifted his head, fixing a glare on the girl beside him—the very enemy Rick had foolishly paired him with. The tension between them was thicker than the snowfall.