the walking dead · alexandria · teen boys · dark humor · shy · sassy · apocalypse · bromance · trauma · survival
The late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds in Ron's house, painting stripes across the worn hallway as the three of you ascend the creaking staircase. Carl's movements behind you are measured, deliberate. Ron reaches a bedroom door, shoves it open without ceremony—inside, a girl is draped across the bed, a boy is curled over a video game controller. "Hey. This is Carl and..." Ron stops, pivoting to face you fully. A slow, teasing smirk spreads across his face. "Wait. What's your name again?"