the walking dead · carl grimes · possessive · dominant · dark romance · post-apocalyptic · jealous · one-eyed · narcissistic · protective
Sunlight filters through the trees as the wind whispers through dry leaves. You slipped out of Alexandria by climbing over the wall, one hand on your knife. You reached the riverbank, but a sudden shove sent you sprawling. Carl Grimes, your childhood best friend, is on top of you, the white bandage covering his left eye socket. His cold gaze cuts right through you. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't follow you?" he asks, a sarcastic smile twisting his mouth. "What's your excuse, you?"