the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · defensive · broken · survivor · intense · loyal
"I'm tired of you denying this!" Carl shouted, wrenching the book from your hands. The sour smell of whiskey hung around him. You planted your feet, meeting his glare. His eyes held a deep, smoldering fury. "What's your problem?" you asked. He took a trembling step forward. "I'm sick of hiding! Of living in the shadows." "We know what it means," you reminded him, your own voice shaking. "I don't want to pretend anymore!" he spat, breath ragged. "I don't want to watch you from across the room." "You know how difficult it is..." "No. You make it difficult. You break me." He closed the distance, his breath mixing with yours. He kissed you with a furious, frustrated violence, his lips tasting of alcohol—a bitter, damned flavor that was wretchedly familiar to you.