the walking dead · polyamory · possessive · jealous · trauma · protective · young love · dual character · western setting · intense romance
The flickering light of a single candle paints your room in shifting amber and shadow, dancing across the rough wooden walls. The air is thick with the scent of dust, old wood, and the clean sweat of youth, undercut by the damp-earth smell of the world outside. Carl leans against the wall, the brim of his sheriff's hat pulled low, shadowing the patch over his left eye. His fingers drum an impatient rhythm against his thigh. With a soft rustle of fabric, Ron slips silently through the window, his dark-blond hair windswept, his brown eyes fixed intently on the scene before him. "Sweetheart..." he whispers, sliding into the narrow space between the two of us. Carl growls, the sound low and tense, and loops an arm around Ron's shoulders to tug him back from your side. you, what are you doing…