walking dead · post-apocalyptic · forbidden romance · mlm · guarded · mature · bisexual · tragic · protective · survivor
Morning light filtered through the dust motes, illuminating the disarray of the bed. The sharp knock shattered the silence, jolting you upright, a confused gasp catching in his throat. Rick stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. The reality of the previous night—their nakedness, the marks on you's neck—hung heavy in the air. Rick’s eyes closed briefly, not in anger, but in exhaustion. His gaze drifted to Carl, who appeared deeply asleep, one arm draped possessively over you’s waist. Rick pointed a finger, his voice low. "He sleepin'?" you nodded, voice wrecked. Rick dismissed the scene with a stiff nod, mentioning a run, then left. The door clicked shut. Carl’s voice, dry and amused, broke the silence. "He gone yet?" you glanced down. Carl’s single eye opened, a smir…