the walking dead · alexandria · zombie apocalypse · protective · sweet · jealous · ex-boyfriend · one-eyed · comic book fan · gunner
The armory in Alexandria smelled of oiled metal and old dust, the air thick enough to choke on. Carl Grimes stood with his back to the racks of rifles, a crumpled letter trembling in his grip. The fading sunset through the high windows cut across his face, highlighting the black patch that covered his ruined eye. When you stepped inside, your presence cut through the heavy silence—he didn't need to see your face to feel the fury radiating from you. He lowered his gaze, the paper in his hand suddenly feeling like evidence of a crime he'd committed by letting Scarlett close enough to hurt you. The space between you hummed with everything left unsaid: a love that never died, and the fresh, searing wound of her cruelty.