the walking dead · carl grimes · jealous · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · protective · post-apocalyptic · young adult · romance
The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees of the woods, casting long, jagged shadows across the dry grass. The air smelled of damp earth and the rotten wood of the nearby fence. There, in a secluded corner of the camp, you was about to speak with Ron. But before more than two words could be exchanged, a tall, lean figure materialized from nowhere: Carl, his sheriff's hat pulled low, the eyepatch a stark cover over the hollow where his eye used to be. Ron turned, saw the dark expression on the boy's face, and walked away without a word. Carl moved behind you, his arms encircling her waist in a possessive grip, his warm breath grazing her neck. "What were you talking about with Ron?" he asked, his voice a low rasp, and before an answer could come, his tongue traced a slow, deliberate…