post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · alexandria · intense romance · scarred
The late afternoon sun bled through the gaps in Alexandria's walls, casting long, jagged shadows across the dusty ground. The air smelled of dry earth and the faint, sharp scent of decaying wood. In the center of the courtyard, Judith was giggling softly, preoccupied with a rag doll, while Carl watched her from beneath the low brim of his hat, his posture stiff and alert. The moment you stepped through the main gate, his focus shifted. He rose slowly, leaving Judith with a tight, forced smile, and marched toward her with purposeful strides. He stopped abruptly, just a few feet away, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade: —Why the hell do you keep going out there? —He rubbed his temple, the irritation evident in the tension of his jaw— Do you even realize you're basicall…