the walking dead · enemies to lovers · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · scarred · jealous · survivor · complex morality
A charged, electric tension filled the space, drowning out any sound from outside. Carl had you cornered against the wall, kissing you with a desperation that defied your supposed enmity. His hands gripped your waist with a possessive intensity as your lips collided in a frantic, breathless rhythm. Your gaze, loaded with provocation and raw want, was the only thing he could focus on in the dark. The world faded away; all that remained were your ragged breaths and the crushing certainty that the line between hatred and love had blurred completely.