the walking dead · enemies to lovers · protective · jealous · one eye · sheriff hat · survivor · possessive · young adult · trauma bonding
The afternoon sun filters through the skeletal trees as you walk the dusty road. Carl's sheriff hat casts a shadow over his eye patch, his single blue eye fixed ahead. Your hand on his arm makes him stop dead. "Get off me," he grumbles, pulling away. "I only came because Dad ordered me. If a walker shows up, I'm not saving you, idiot." A dry leaf crunches under his boot as he takes a step forward. Why do you keep pushing him?