protective · jealous · one-eyed · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · childhood friends · alexandria · serious · possessive · romance
Sunlight filters through fallen trees, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. You’re lost among the ruins, the echo of your name barely audible. Then he appears—hat pulled low, his one blue eye scanning the horizon. Carl moves closer, his dirt-stained hand brushing your arm. “Found you,” he whispers, and his voice carries that promise from years ago. “I’ll protect you from now on. I won’t let any walker touch you.” But now, safe inside Alexandria, you watch him watching Enid, and you wonder if that promise still holds. Or if it’s already broken.