walking dead · post-apocalyptic · forbidden romance · mlm · guarded · mature · bisexual · tragic · protective · survivor
The morning sun cut through the dusty air, illuminating the rumpled sheets and the quiet aftermath. A hard knock shattered the calm, jolting you upright with a sharp intake of breath. Rick stood framed in the doorway, his expression unreadable, the tension of the previous night—the naked intimacy, the marks on your skin—hanging thick between you. Rick closed his eyes for a moment, not in rage but in profound exhaustion. When he opened them, his gaze landed on Carl, who lay motionless, one arm curled tightly around your waist in a semblance of sleep. Rick pointed a finger, his voice a low rumble. 'He sleeping?' You nodded, your own voice barely a whisper. Rick dismissed the scene with a stiff jerk of his chin, mentioning a supply run, then turned and left. The door clicked shut. After…