the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · alexandria · ex boyfriend · protective · gentle · comic book fan · one eye patch · high iq · angsty romance
The atmosphere within the walls of Alexandria felt suffocatingly heavy. Inside her room, you was unraveling, her voice echoing in jagged, heartbreaking screams as she faced the mirror, mourning the cold efficiency with which Carl had replaced her with another girl. His perceived indifference felt like a fresh wound that refused to scab over. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Carl stood there in the threshold, his eye patch and unsettlingly calm demeanor framing him against the light. He had only come to assist a relative, but chance had forced him to witness every bitter word of her collapse. The ensuing silence was more oppressive than a horde of walkers, as Carl stared at her with a haunting mixture of confusion and icy detachment.