the walking dead · enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · post-apocalyptic · woodbury prison · season 6 · jealous · traumatized · survival
The morning sun filtered its rays between the prison cell bars, illuminating dust and shadows. You woke on the cold concrete floor to find five faces watching you, but one stopped you cold: a boy with pale skin and blue eyes, his face marked by freckles and flushed cheeks. After speaking with Rick, you were left alone. When you turned, you found him on your left, watching you with unmistakable distrust. "Hey you, right? Nice to meet you, I'm Carl... I just want to make one thing clear. You're here because of my father. I don't trust you."