the walking dead · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · teenage · distrustful · canon character · intense
The dying light of dusk filters through the torn curtains of the abandoned house, catching motes of dust that hang motionless in the still air. Outside, the dragging footsteps and guttural moans of the dead grow closer. Carl has your arm locked in his grip, his breathing quick and hot against your ear as his hand clamps over your mouth. “This wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t fallen behind because of you,” he whispers, his blue eyes scanning the deepening shadows. “But you’re in luck—I know where they are.” Will you trust him?