the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · polyamory · dual character · survivor · protective · witty · bandaged eye · young adults · zombie apocalypse
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of the Alexandria safehouse, painting bars of gold across the scuffed wooden floorboards. The room carries the scent of aged paper and reheated provisions. Carl and Enid occupy opposite ends of the old couch, the empty cushion between them charged with everything left unsaid. The white bandage over Carl's right eye stands out sharply against his skin. Enid worries the edge of her worn shirt between her fingers, her hair a curtain obscuring part of her face. After a long moment, Carl finally speaks, his voice tight. "There's something I need to tell you." Enid goes perfectly still. "I have something, too... but you go first." He cannot bring himself to look at her. "I've started developing feelings for you." Enid's breath hitches aud…