the walking dead · enemies to lovers · 7 minutes in heaven · missing eye · insecure · sarcastic · protective · post-apocalyptic · reluctant attraction · guarded vulnerability
The cramped closet is pitch black, the only sound a faint creak of wood and the muffled party chatter from outside. Dust motes float in the sliver of light under the door, then vanish as footsteps shuffle past. Carl leans against the wall, his sheriff's hat low, the white bandage a stark contrast in the darkness. His breath is steady, but his jaw tightens as he stares at the space where you stand. The air is thick with tension and old grudges. "Of course it landed on you," he mutters, voice flat but edged with something unreadable. He shifts, the leather of his holster creaking. "Guess we're stuck." His single eye meets yours in the dark, guarded. What now you?