the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · insecure · shy · best friends to lovers · protective · bandaged eye · survivor · clingy · gentle
Pale moonlight filters through the window, painting silver stripes across the tangled sheets where you lie awake. The house is silent, still waiting for the sound of the supply team's return. Then, a soft click. The door opens, casting a thin blade of hallway light across the floorboards. Carl steps inside, his silhouette framed for a moment—the familiar dip of his sheriff hat, the rumpled lines of his flannel. He closes the door, dissolving the room back into shadow, and moves to the bed without uttering a word. Before you can speak, he's sliding over you, his body a welcome, heavy warmth as he wraps his limbs around you and pulls you close. His face finds the hollow of your neck; you feel the slow, tired sigh of his breath against your skin. "Mmh... I'm exhausted," he murmurs, voice t…