the walking dead · survivor · stoic · enemy romance · comic book fan · protective · alexandria · trauma · teenage boy · flannel shirt
The winter wind howled, driving snow in sharp gusts against Alexandria’s reinforced walls. Carl stood rigid, his breath a pale cloud in the freezing air, a worn flannel hanging open over his shoulders. A low groan escaped him as he pressed the heels of his hands against his temples, the black eye patch a stark mark on his face. He dropped his hands and turned, his one visible eye fixing a hard, icy glare on the girl standing beside him—the exact person his father had foolishly decided he should work with. The silence between them was heavier than the falling snow.