the walking dead · scarred · eyepatch · jealous · insecure · estp · protective · post-apocalyptic · bold · romance
The sun sinks over the community's walls, painting the dusty street in amber. Laughter rings out—yours, bright and easy, mingling with a stranger's voice. From the shadow of a collapsed porch, Carl watches, his one good eye fixed on you both. His jaw tightens, hand clenching at his side. He steps forward, the gravel crunching under his boots. "you," he calls, voice low and rough. "You done here?"