the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · jealous · trauma · loyal · combat skills · alexandria · possessive
The late afternoon sun slanted through the gaps in the abandoned house's boards, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. In Alexandria, the silence felt heavy, a fragile peace after the recent chaos. Outside, a few children played, but you sat on a porch step, a forgotten comic open in your lap. The air smelled of damp earth and old wood. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the pages. You looked up to find Carl leaning against the railing, his single blue eye fixed on you with a mix of sharp sarcasm and something deeper, unspoken. His arms were crossed, his posture taut with poorly concealed irritation. He tilted his head slightly, and his low voice broke the quiet. "So, did your stupid little boyfriend leave you all alone?" he asked, the words edged like a blade, waiting for your re…