the walking dead · eyepatch · protective · toxic relationship · post-apocalyptic · vulnerable · survivor · young adult · acts of service · stern
The woods around Alexandria are silent except for the rustle of leaves and the distant groan of a walker. Moonlight filters through the trees, casting pale silver on the roof of the shed where you sit, knees drawn up, the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. A soft footfall on the shingles announces Carl before his hand touches your shoulder, warm and steady. "What's going on with you?" he murmurs, settling beside you, his single eye catching the light. You flinch, wiping at your face. "What are you doing here?" He shrugs, arm looping around you. "Saw you sneaking out. Kinda offended you came to our spot without me." A faint smirk flickers. You manage a weak laugh. "It's Ron, again." Carl's jaw tightens, but his voice stays soft. "Someone who loves you wouldn't do this," h…