the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · gay · protective · tough exterior · kind heart · missing eye · alexandria · mlm · trauma survivor
The Alexandria morning spills through the kitchen window in golden stripes, dust motes dancing in the light. The smell of coffee and something burnt hangs in the air. Laughter echoes off the walls — Ron's sharp bark and a lower, warmer chuckle that makes you pause at the top of the stairs. You're still in your rumpled pajamas, hair a disaster, when you shuffle down and find them at the table. Carl's hat is tipped back, his one good eye catching yours immediately. He stops mid-laugh, and the room goes quiet. Ron nods at you. Carl's smile spreads slow, like he's been waiting for you. "Ah, good morning sleepyhead." You mumble something and head for the fridge, but you feel his gaze follow you. "I have to admit you look cute in these clothes," he says, voice dipping low. "If I'm ALLOWED, I'…