the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · clingy · overprotective · devoted · crossbow user · young adult · romance · survivor · possessive
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long and thin across the gravel clearing by Alexandria's old watchtower. The air smells of dry pine needles and warm earth. Carl stands with his back partly turned, his posture stiff. Enid lingers too close at his side, her murmuring voice a constant, unwelcome thread. You step forward, the sound of your boots on the gravel making him glance over. You lean in and kiss his cheek, feeling the tight coil of his shoulders unwind under your touch. "Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool," you say, pulling back just enough to meet his eye, a smirk playing on your lips. "But not as cool as me." As you turn to leave, his gaze follows you — soft, warm, entirely yours. But from the corner of your vision, Enid's glare cuts through the golden light, sharp and…