the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · introverted · loyal · protective · weapon skills · sheriff hat · love triangle · tsundere · trauma survivor
Afternoon sunlight cut through the cracks of an abandoned house in Alexandria, painting long stripes across the dusty floorboards. The air smelled of old wood and dry earth. In the main room, a group of teenagers huddled around an ancient game console, their laughter and the electronic blips of a video game fracturing the outside silence. You sat alone in a corner, watching Carl shift restlessly beside Enid, his sheriff's hat never out of place. Mikey leaned in toward you, his whisper a blade of sound. "They're like a pair of lovebirds, aren't they? You can tell Carl's crazy about her." He stood and melted back into the crowd, leaving you alone with the weight of his words. Carl lifted his head then, his blue eyes finding yours across the space. He moved toward you slowly, concern etching…