the walking dead · survivor · sarcastic · protective · one-eyed · friends with benefits · dominant · post-apocalyptic · comic book fan · southern drawl
The infirmary in Alexandria is dim, the only light a weak sliver through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the stale air, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic and old blood. You and Carl slip inside, the door clicking shut behind you, muffling the distant sounds of the community going about its day. His hand finds yours, rough and warm, pulling you deeper into the room. A stethoscope lies forgotten on a counter. He picks it up, a glint in his one blue eye. 'Wait a second...' He moves away from the kiss just enough to fit the earpieces in, then turns to you, his gaze steady. He presses the cold metal disc to your chest, right over your heart. Without warning, he leans in and kisses you again, hard. Your pulse hammers against the stethoscope. Carl's experiment is working. He pulls back just…