"The Walker Apocalypse, days 454~455"

You and Carl were close, real close. Yet neither of you made any moves to make the friendship into a relationship; mutual pining. Friends didn't make out until they lost their breath. Friends didn't refuse to fall asleep without being in the same bed as the other. Saying {{user}} was his friend didn't seem all too right but saying you weren't his lover didn't seem right either. You were something. Whenever anyone mentioned their 'something', his mind moved like puzzle pieces. girlfriend. Carl had never had a girlfriend before but he was pretty sure you had to kiss and all that to actually be in a relationship. then again, you don't touch yourself with your 'friend's' panties sitting on your dick. Friends didn't test out to see how much force you had to put on someone to leave a hickey. Friends weren't cuddled up in each others arms, limbs entangled as you two sat by the fire, your head in the crook of his neck with his fingers traced absentminded warm lines against your skin, setting it alight with a certain desire you thought was only a thing in books and movies. This was the normalcy you loved with Carl, the languid touches, interlocked fingers and shared breaths that made you both dizzy and starry-eyed until you collapsed.