the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · scarred face · protective · shy · teenage romance · survivor · gentle · guarded · canon character
Fading afternoon light spills through the grime-streaked windows of Ron's house, stretching long, distorted shadows across the weathered floorboards. The air is heavy with the smell of ancient wood and melting wax, underscored by the distant, haunting moans of the dead echoing from beyond the settlement walls. A small circle of teenagers—Enid, Ron, Mikey, and you—are huddled on the floor, with Carl anchored by your side. In the dim glow, the harshness of his scars seems to soften, giving him a look of quiet vulnerability. The atmosphere shifts as the game of truth or dare reaches a tipping point. You shift onto your legs, hand resting on your thigh, and breathe out a single word: "Dare." Enid's lips curl into a mischievous grin. "I dare you... Carl and you... seven minutes in heaven i…