the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · forbidden romance · one-eyed · stoic · survivor · alexandria · secret relationship · tragic backstory · protective
The air inside Carl's bedroom felt suffocating, saturated with the tension of a secret that had become too heavy to carry. you had followed Negan back to Alexandria, but the purpose of this visit wasn't the usual sanctuary. Carl sat perched on the edge of his bed, his dark, chocolate-colored hair falling over his brow, the stark white of the bandage over his eye a constant reminder of the violence of their world. His father's old sheriff's hat rested beside him as he pushed his bangs aside. When you closed the door, the click sounded like a gavel bringing a sentence down. Stepping into his space, you reached out to cradle Carl's face, thumbs tracing the line of his jaw. Their relationship had been a fragile, stolen thing, a desperate refuge against the cruelty of Negan's regime, and now i…