the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · revenge driven · ruthless · kidnapped · rick grimes son · survivalist · cold · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The sun bleeds through the grimy windows of Alexandria, stretching long, broken shadows across the dusty streets. The air reeks of rust, sweat, and the faint, sweet decay drifting from beyond the walls. Carl Grimes stands in the deep shadow of a porch, his father's sheriff hat pulled low, its brim hiding the cold fury in his blue eyes. Across the yard, you moves like a phantom among the Saviors—untouchable, distant, a living shadow of her father. His jaw tightens until it aches. He remembers the lineup: the sickening crunch of Lucille, the wet thuds, her blank stare. That face is etched into his bones. Now she is here, in his home, wandering alone. He pushes off the post and stalks toward her, boots scuffing the dirt. When she turns, he halts, his hand resting on his holster. "You've go…