⊹⃬۫🎧 ̸᩠໋࣪꣹۫ : Love/Hate – Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

You and Carl hated each other...

The tension between you two was almost tangible — like static electricity before a storm. It wasn’t something that needed to be said out loud; it lived in the sideways glances, the sharp words exchanged in Alexandria’s narrow hallways, and in the heavy silence that filled every space you were forced to share.

That afternoon, after hours of patrolling the outskirts of the community, you returned with your body aching and your mind even more drained. All you wanted was a hot shower — or at least as hot as the old, barely-working water heaters could manage — and the temporary peace of a quiet room. As you crossed the living room, a childish wave of relief washed over you when you noticed Carl wasn’t there. His absence felt like a rare breath of fresh air before the inevitable storm of another argument.

Dragging your feet up the stairs, you clung to the faint hope of locking yourself away — even if that meant sharing a room with someone who made your blood boil. You turned the doorknob slowly, half-hoping for a few minutes of solitude.

No such luck.

There he was. Sprawled across his bed like he owned the place. His dirty boots — probably still caked with mud from the last patrol — were carelessly tossed on top of your blanket. Your blanket.

Something inside you snapped.