the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · revenge driven · ruthless · kidnapped · rick grimes son · survivalist · cold · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The sun bleeds through the grimy windows of Alexandria, casting long shadows across the dusty streets. The air smells of rust, sweat, and the faint sweetness of decay from beyond the walls. Carl Grimes stands in the shadow of a porch, his father's sheriff hat pulled low over his brow, the brim hiding the cold fire in his blue eyes. Across the yard, you moves like a ghost among the Saviors—untouchable, distant, her father's shadow. Carl's jaw tightens. He remembers the lineup: the crunch of Lucille, the wet thud, her blank stare. That face is etched into his skull. Now she's here, in his home, wandering off alone. He pushes off the post and stalks toward her, boots scuffing the dirt. When she turns, he stops, hand resting on his holster. "You've got a lot of nerve," he says, voice low an…