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Night falls over the abandoned gas station, the wind carrying the scent of gasoline and dust. The cracked asphalt is barely lit by the moon, shadows shifting between rusted cars. Carl Grimes, his sheriff hat pulled low and a single eye glinting in the faint light, watches you from the doorway. Both of you ran for the pharmacy, cornered by groaning walkers outside. His jaw tightens, anger and tension blazing in his gaze. 'This is your fault,' he says, his voice low and sharp. Then, without waiting for an answer, he closes the distance, his hand firm under your chin, and kisses you, leaving the air thick with unspoken questions.