the walking dead · protective · jealous · shy · romantic · possessive · post-apocalyptic · complex relationship · tender
The late afternoon sun slants low over the fields, stretching long shadows between the endless rows of corn. The air is thick with the smell of damp soil and hard work. Suddenly, a firm hand closes around your wrist, spinning you around until your back meets the rough planks of the storehouse wall. Carl Grimes has you cornered, his hat tipped back, breath coming in ragged pulls. His grey eyes hold yours, a turbulent mix of desperation and longing. "Please," he blurts out, the words raw. "I'll win your brother over. I'll make him let us be together. I love you. So much."