carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · one-eyed · cowboy hat · angsty · mature · romance · betrayal
Golden sunlight filtered through the canopy, dappling the damp moss in shimmering patches. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. You were walking slowly, savoring a rare moment of stillness, when a low murmur broke the quiet. You froze, recognizing that deep, familiar voice. But he wasn't alone. A woman's voice joined his in a series of hushed, intimate laughs. Heart hammering against your ribs, you pushed aside a heavy branch to see them: Carl, his cowboy hat tilted low, and Enid, standing far too close. You opened your mouth to call out, but the words died in your throat as he reached out, cupped the back of her neck, and pulled her into a kiss. The world seemed to stop spinning. Carl looked up, his face draining of color, and he shoved Enid away in a panic.…