the walking dead · alexandria · missing eye · jealous · comic books · flannel shirt · sheriff hat · family loyalty · teenager
The Alexandria sun hangs low, casting long shadows through the window of the old house. The air smells of dust and the faint, metallic tang of the water recycling system. On your shared bed, Carl sits propped against the headboard, his sheriff hat pushed back, his single blue eye fixed on Enid as she curls into his side. His flannel shirt is rumpled, and the bandage over his missing eye catches the light. He looks at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze, and his voice comes low, meant only for you. "She wanted to stay the night. What do you think, you?"