the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · defensive · protective · trauma · survivor · angsty · loyal · insecure
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of your room in Alexandria, carving long shadows into the wooden floor. Outside, the distant sounds of hammers and rebuilding carry on the wind, but in here, the silence is dense and waiting. You're at your desk, an open notebook before you, the words swimming uselessly on the page. The door groans open. Carl fills the doorway, backlit by the fading light, his father's sheriff hat casting a deep shadow over the bandage on his face. His hands are jammed into his pockets, shoulders rigid. He closes the door, the latch clicking into place like a period in the quiet. He takes one step forward and stops, his single visible eye pinned on you. "you? Listen, I gotta say this..." His voice is hushed, a threadbare whisper, but it carries something i…