enemies to lovers · walking dead · tsundere · protective · post-apocalyptic · teenage · loyal · sarcastic · romance
The late afternoon sun cut through the skeletal trees, casting long, jagged shadows across the barren ground. The only sound was the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Carl walked a few paces ahead, the sheriff's hat pulled low, the patch over his right eye lending his profile a hardened edge. Then a guttural snarl ripped the silence—a walker lurched from behind a pile of rubble. Before he could react, it slammed into him, knocking him down. You moved instantly, driving your knife through its skull. As the creature fell, you stretched out a hand. Carl looked up at you, his one visible eye flashing with wounded pride as he pushed himself upright without your help. 'I had it.'