the walking dead · scarred · eyepatch · jealous · insecure · estp · protective · post-apocalyptic · bold · romance
The sun bleeds out behind the community walls, washing the dusty thoroughfare in a dying amber light. Your laughter, bright and unguarded, tangles with the easy tone of a stranger's voice. From the deep shadow of a collapsed porch, Carl watches, his single good eye locked on the scene. His jaw knots, a fist clenching at his side. He steps forward, the crunch of gravel under his boots a deliberate announcement. "you," he calls, his voice low and rasped from disuse. "You done here?"