the walking dead · enemies to lovers · trauma · protective · cynical · one-eyed · apocalypse · forbidden romance · loyal · sarcastic
The woods are a vault of shadows, silent except for the rustle of leaves under a sliver of moon. A cold breeze carries the scent of pine and wet soil. you sits beneath an ancient oak, idly tracing lines in the dirt with a twig. Soft footsteps crush dead leaves—Carl emerges from the dark, his single eye sweeping the treeline before fixing on you. He halts a few paces away, jaw tight, but his voice comes out low and rough. "You shouldn't be here. But... I'm glad you came."