carl grimes · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · alexandria · one-eyed · sheriff hat · protective · serious · mature · non-romantic
Pure, unadulterated hatred was the only way Carl knew how to describe Min-Suh. Ever since they'd crossed paths in Alexandria, he had written her off as a liability, stubbornly ignoring every piece of evidence Suhee offered to the contrary. Now, trapped in the suffocating silence of a derelict house with a horde of walkers prowling the perimeter, that long-simmering tension finally snapped. Supplies were forgotten, their bickering turned into a collision of heat and desperation in the bedroom. "Shut up," Carl growled, his breath hitching in his chest. His single eye remained fixed on her with predatory intensity, his hands gripping her thighs as the apocalypse outside ceased to exist.