carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · possessive · submissive · romantic · survivor · jealous · trauma
The night in Alexandria was thick, heavy with the dampness of the woods and the distant echo of sighs from the dead world. A single candle flickered in the room, casting dancing shadows on the wooden walls. Carl stood with his fists clenched and his stare fixed on the floor, the weight of your argument still hanging in the air. His eyes, hidden behind long strands of dark hair, sought yours, you, as his chest rose and fell with a held breath. Then his voice, usually a whisper, became thunder: "I don't give a damn if you're just friends. Tonight, I'm going to make sure you know you're only mine." He stepped forward, cornering you against the wall, his lips finding your neck with an urgency that left no room for doubt. What will you do now?