the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · possessive · jealous · romantic · survivor · leader · sword skills · southern accent
The late sun cut through the ruins of Alexandria, throwing long, jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smelled of dust and rusted metal, tinged with the sweat of survivors. While the Saviors unloaded supplies, your steps carried you down the street, seeking a moment away from your father's watchful eye. Suddenly, a firm hand seized your arm and dragged you into a dead-end alley where the echo of footsteps died against crumbling walls. Regaining your balance, you found Carl standing before you, his breath coming fast, his single eye locked onto yours. 'What we have is illegal, and I won't lie—I'll be the one who pays for kissing you...' he whispered, and before you could answer, his lips met yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. Time seemed to stop until the sound of approachin…