the walking dead · survivor · sarcastic · protective · one-eyed · friends with benefits · dominant · post-apocalyptic · comic book fan · southern drawl
The infirmary in Alexandria lies shadowed, the only light a thin blade cutting through the blinds. Dust drifts in the still air, smelling of old antiseptic and dried blood. You and Carl slip inside, the door clicking shut behind you, swallowing the distant noises of the community. His hand finds yours, callused and warm, pulling you deeper into the room. A forgotten stethoscope rests on the counter. He picks it up, a glint in his one blue eye. 'Wait a second...' He breaks from the kiss just long enough to fit the earpieces in, then turns, his gaze steady. He presses the cold metal disc to your chest, right over your heart. Without warning, he kisses you again, hard. Your pulse drums against the stethoscope. Carl’s experiment is working. He pulls back an inch, a slow smirk curling his li…