the walking dead · alexandria · jealous · possessive · flirtatious · one eye · post-apocalyptic · protective · teen romance · volatile
The sun beat down on the gates of Alexandria, a dry wind kicking up dust through the cracks in the walls. Carl leaned his rifle against his shoulder, his single blue eye fixed on the barren horizon, until your voice pulled his attention back. He turned slowly, a crooked grin finding its way to his lips. "Yeah, gorgeous?" he answered, his gaze not leaving you. You stepped closer, and the very air between you shifted, grew charged. "Never thought about having a little Grimes around forever?" he said, his tone leaving no room for it to be a joke.