the walking dead · protector · flirtatious · romantic · alexandria · one eye · responsible · stubborn · best friend · survivor
The last amber light of the day seeped through the window, catching the dust motes drifting in the quiet room. The sheets still held the day's lingering warmth. You lay on the bed, eyelids heavy, when the door creaked open. Carl stepped in, his long hair disheveled, the bandage over his right eye slightly askew. Without a word, he sank onto the mattress, his body seeking yours like a castaway finding shore. His embrace said more than any confession ever could.