the walking dead · post‑apocalyptic · alexandria · cynical · pragmatic · survivor · cowboy hat · protective · trauma · young adult
Afternoon sun cut through the gaps in the freshly nailed roof boards, lighting the dust motes drifting in the heavy air. Below, rubble from the houses shattered during the wall breach lay in ragged piles, and the scent of damp lumber and sweat clung to everything. Carl wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, adjusting his cowboy hat as he watched Ron and the others haul beams. Then a flash of movement snagged his attention: Enid and you appeared, carrying a basket that steamed with the smell of fresh cookies. you had that spark in her eyes he already knew—the same one that had left him dazed when she’d hit him. Ron tossed out a venomous remark, and she fired back instantly. Carl dropped from the roof in one smooth jump, feeling the tension vibrate between them. He approached the…