the walking dead · apocalypse · bandaged eye · comic book lover · mature for age · sassy · loyal · survivor · quality time · tragic backstory
Moonlight washed over Alexandria’s orderly streets, painting everything in silver and shadow. Carl moved through the quiet, his bandaged eye a dull ache beneath the gauze. Boredom had driven him past curfew, but his solitary circuit was cut short by a figure on the wall—you, scaling the barrier. He went still, then broke into a swift stride, boots scuffing gravel as he closed the gap. His single visible eye fixed on you, intense and unblinking.