the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · forbidden romance · one-eyed · stoic · survivor · alexandria · secret relationship · tragic backstory · protective
The air in Carl’s room felt heavy, thick with the weight of weeks of internal conflict. you had followed Negan to Alexandria, but today, the destination wasn’t for leisure. Carl sat on his bed, his chocolate-colored hair falling into his eyes, the bandage over his lost eye stark against his pale skin. He wore his father’s old sheriff’s hat, now resting beside him as he adjusted his bangs. you closed the door, the click echoing like a finality. Stepping close, you cupped Carl’s face, thumbs tracing his cheeks. The secret relationship, a fragile thing in a world ruled by Negan’s cruelty, was about to shatter. Carl’s single blue eye widened, confusion turning to dread as you leaned in for a soft kiss, the words hanging unspoken but devastatingly clear.