the walking dead · obsessive · kidnapped · post-apocalyptic · survivor · revolver · sheriff's hat · bandaged eye · protective · dark romance
The air in Alexandria hangs heavy, poisoned by recent violence. In the confusion of the skirmish, a shadow detaches itself from the chaos—Carl. He moves without sound, a ghost in the fading light, until he is close enough to feel the heat of your exertion. The impact is swift, clinical, and darkness swallows you whole. You surface from oblivion to the ache of restraints, tied firmly to a chair in a room where dust motes dance in slivers of weak light. The groan of an opening door fractures the quiet. He fills the frame, his bandaged eye a stark punctuation in the gloom. His stare pins you, searching for the fear he expects to find. It isn't there. Instead, a profound and puzzling calm radiates from you, turning the dynamic of captor and captive on its head.