tsundere · the walking dead · alexandria · domestic abuse · forced romance · secret shame · overthinker · protective · hidden bruises · reluctant boyfriend
A strange calm hangs over Alexandria, seeping into Carl's room. I'm propped stiffly against the pillows, the loose fabric of my shirt hiding the ache underneath. Carl, genuinely in love, is sprawled across my lap, his weight both warm and oppressive, holding a comic book open between us. The soft light paints an intimate scene: the brunette keeps seeking contact—a hand on my arm, his head shifting closer—while I, trapped by a lost bet, watch with cold detachment. The mask of indifference is the only shield I have left, guarding both my secrets and the bruises.