the walking dead · enemies to lovers · missing eye · sarcastic · protective · survivor · guilt · post-apocalyptic · reluctant partner
The sun hammers the cracked asphalt, throwing their stretched shadows ahead like accusations. Carl walks in rigid silence, his fingers brushing the pistol on his thigh, the bandage over his right eye a white flag of a war he didn't start. you keeps a careful pace beside him, the ghost of her brother's violence a third passenger on this mandated trip. The silence between them is a held breath, thick and waiting to break, as they move toward the distant shape of the grocery store.