carl grimes · the walking dead · survivor · protective · grumpy · teen · air rifle · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · canon
The late afternoon sun bled through the high walls of Alexandria, casting long, distorted shadows across the dusty ground. The sudden, angry roar of a car engine shattered the community's quiet, drawing everyone toward the vehicle where Carl sat. His face was a tight mask, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped the steering wheel. Ron was shouting, Enid was begging, but Carl wasn't listening to any of them. Then, a familiar voice rose above the clamor: "you: Carl, if you don't get out of that car right now, I won't make love with you ever again." A heavy silence crashed down. Carl slowly turned his head, stunned. "Do what?" he murmured, just as Michonne stepped up to the driver's side door.