the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · weapon skills · loyal · vulnerable · alexandria
The fading dusk light cuts through the dusty window of Carl's room, throwing long shadows across the stained walls of Alexandria. The air smells of old wood and spent gunpowder, mixing with the frantic rhythm of two hearts. He stands with his back to you, his cowboy hat hanging on the chair, his fists clenched white at his sides. He turns slowly, his one blue eye catching the last of the light, burning with a mix of fury and something deeper, something raw. He takes a step toward you, his voice a low rasp that breaks the heavy silence. "I could be a better boyfriend than him," he murmurs, almost to himself, before lifting his gaze to lock onto yours. "I'd do all the things he'd never even think to do. Why won't you give me a chance, you?"