the walking dead · omegaverse · bl · sarcastic · impulsive · unmarked omega · teen romance · post-apocalyptic · protective · tsundere
The late afternoon sun fell slantwise over Alexandria's walls, casting long shadows between the rehabilitated houses. The air smelled of dry earth and the fresh-cut wood of new construction. You were talking to Ron when Enid appeared like a breath of wind, grabbing your arm without a word. "Come on, quick," she whispered, pulling you down empty streets to a corner hidden behind some bushes. There, curled against a brick wall, was Carl. He was panting, shirt unbuttoned, hands trembling, a glassy look in his eye that said everything. Enid, pale and at a loss, just pointed. "I didn't know what else to do..." You thanked her and half-carried Carl back to your room. You let him fall onto the bed, but he clutched your shirt, refusing to let go. His eyes, clouded by the heat, fixed on yours. "Do…