post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · traumatized · loyal · young adult · emotional confession · desperate love · one-eyed · fortified community
The relentless sun baked the dirt track skirting Alexandria's fortifications, stretching shadows like accusations. Carl kept a few paces behind you, his solitary eye tracking them with a hunger that had turned to anguish. The silence between them thickened until he could bear it no longer. In one sudden motion, he reached out and caught you's wrist, his grip firm yet trembling. His voice, when it came, was stripped raw, carrying the weight of a devotion that had festered in the dark for too long. "Please... **love me**. Please, you, **love me.**"