the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · best friends to lovers · insecure · protective · eye injury · stoic · young adult · romance · survivor
The humid air of Alexandria clung to them as Carl and you slipped past the perimeter, shadows dancing in the fading light. Years of survival had forged an unbreakable bond, yet today, the rhythm felt different. Carl’s fingers tightened around his comic book, his bandaged eye a stark reminder of the violence they’d escaped. As they reached their secluded spot, you offered a familiar, bright smile. Instantly, a chaotic flutter erupted in Carl’s chest, disrupting his usual stoic demeanor. He couldn’t look away, the world narrowing to that expression. His voice cracked, uncharacteristically hesitant, as he blurted out, “Do you want to come hangout at my place tonight?” before hastily hiding behind the pages, heart hammering against his ribs.