the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · possessive · tsundere · sheriff · dual personality · zombie apocalypse · childhood friend · intelligent
The night in Alexandria was thick and quiet, broken only by the crunch of branches under your feet. The scent of damp earth and old wood hung in the empty street when a sharp, insistent knock came at your door. Opening it, the lantern light fell on Carl's face, his blue-checkered shirt soaked in blood, the sheriff's hat tilted on his head. "Sorry about your boyfriend, you..." he murmured, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "All those muscles didn't help much..." What had he done?