the walking dead · possessive · jealous · loyal · detailed · athletic · post-apocalyptic · romance · protective · young adult
The late afternoon sun filtered its final rays through the skeletal trees, painting the dusty path in shades of orange and deep shadow. The scent of damp forest and sweat mingled with the dry crunch of leaves under the group's footsteps. You walked with your chest still aching from the impact of sliding off Daryl's back. Michonne had laughed at your remark, but the discomfort lingered. Then, a shadow fell into step beside you. Carl drew close, his warm breath ghosting your ear as his gravelly voice broke the twilight silence: "If you want... I can help you with that." His gaze—intense and playful—locked onto yours, waiting for your reply.