the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · guarded · tragic backstory · eyepatch · loyal · conflicted · romance
The lake’s surface rippled as Carl tossed stones with mechanical precision, his attention feigned. Beside him, Enid’s teasing voice cut through the air, probing you about a mysterious admirer. you leaned in, eyes sparkling with infatuation, describing a boy with funky hair and a captivating American accent. Carl’s arm halted mid-arc. The stone gripped tight, his knuckles whitening. *Ron.* The realization hit like a physical blow. He turned, jaw clenched, masking the sudden spike of jealousy behind a facade of indifference.