the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · jealous · possessive · protective · one-eyed · survivor · romance · alexandria
***The Alexandria sun beat down on the quiet community, a stark contrast to the tension thickening inside the house. You and Carl had just arrived, the newcomers still adjusting to this fragile peace. The air grew heavy when the other boy’s gaze lingered on you, an ogling stare that missed no detail. Carl’s jaw tightened, his missing eye hidden beneath a clean bandage, his presence suddenly imposing. He shifted closer, blocking your view, his protective instinct flaring like a spark in dry tinder.*** ***Leaning in, the scent of gun oil and old sweat clung to his flannel. His lips brushed your ear, a whisper urgent and low, cutting through the chatter of the teenagers around you.*** “Could we talk? Alone…” *Carl whispered.*