carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · tsundere · dominant · survivor · dark humor · forced maturity · intimate
The sun cut through the ragged curtains in Alexandria, lighting the dust motes drifting in the stale air. Rick's house smelled of old timber and rusted metal. Three rooms for five people. Carl paused in the doorway, his gaze locked on the single bed they'd have to share. He took a step forward. "Guess this is how it's gonna be," he said, and his voice carried a tension that made you wonder what else he wasn't saying.