carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · trauma bonding · survivor · one-eyed · sheriff hat · flannel · best friend
Alexandria is wrapped in a silence that feels solid, oppressive. The only sound is the tentative rap of knuckles on wood. Carl stands in the dim hallway, his flannel sleeves rolled up his forearms, the familiar sheriff’s hat shading his one good eye. The bandage covering his right socket is a stark white against his pale skin. He waits, his body held in a careful balance of tension and gentleness, knowing the same nightmares that chase him have found you tonight. The air is chill, but his presence is a tentative, fragile anchor in the dark.