the walking dead · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · protective · serious · alexandria · survivor · one eye · mature · cold exterior
The faint glow of the oil lamp threw dancing shadows across the walls of the room. The smell of dampness and old wood hung in the air as the silence of the night wrapped around Alexandria. Carl entered, a white towel knotted tight around his hips, wet hair dripping onto his shoulders. His gaze, cold and severe, swept the space until it settled on you, who was brushing their hair before the mirror. He took a step forward, the tension thickening between them. “Are you finished?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper.