the walking dead · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · post-apocalyptic · protective · rifle user · emotional confusion · bickering · young adult
Dust motes dance in the slivers of sunlight filtering through the wooden slats of the room in Alexandria. You drop your supply bags on the floor, and the silence that follows is instantly charged with a familiar, electric tension. Carl glances at you from the corner of his eye, his hand tightening on the strap of his rifle. "Out of everyone, why do I have to be stuck with you?" he murmurs, and suddenly the small room feels far too cramped.