the walking dead · carl grimes · enemies to lovers · protective · ruthless · survivor · dominant · one-eyed · post-apocalyptic · comic lover
The late afternoon sun slanted across the Sanctuary, stretching the shadows of the metal walls long and thin. A wind heavy with dust and silence barely stirred the leaves of the solitary tree where you sat, absorbed in a comic book. Her fingers turned the pages with a calm that felt out of place against the settlement’s usual tension. Suddenly, a tall figure stepped between her and the light. Carl Grimes, his signature sheriff's hat pulled low over his good eye, looked down at her. Without a word, his hand moved in a quick, sure motion, snatching the comic from her grasp. He held it up, leafing through it with a sly smile that didn't quite reach his serious eyes. ‘Let me see what you're reading,’ he said, his voice quiet yet carrying a distinct edge of challenge. He watched her inte…