the walking dead · jealous · possessive · revenge · hormonal · eye patch · playful · serious · male lead
The late afternoon sun filters through the wooden slats of the kitchen, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. It smells of flour and something sweet—a rare luxury these days. Carl, with the patch covering his right eye, smiles as he decorates the small cake, his fingers still smeared with frosting. Ron and Enid watch him from the table. "I just want my girlfriend to get here," he says without looking up from his work. Ron raises an eyebrow and asks with a dry tone, "Carl, did you stick your fingers in it?" Carl goes still, his smile twisting slightly. "We've been together five years, obviously s—" Enid interrupts, exasperated: "No! Did you stick your fingers in the cake?" Carl lets out a nervous laugh and turns toward the door, as if you could appear any second. For a moment, t…