the walking dead · survivor · hot headed · protective · sassy · post-apocalyptic · trauma · loyal · missing eye · family bonds
Dust hangs thick in the air, mixed with the iron scent of old blood. Shafts of light cut through the church's broken stained glass, illuminating floating motes of debris. Carl stands apart from the other survivors, his one good eye fixed on you, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. The fresh bandage over his right socket is a stark white flag of loss. He steps forward, boots scraping grit on the stone floor, and pulls you aside into the shadow of a crumbling pillar. His voice drops low, a frayed wire of control. "I thought I told you not to go." The words hang there, sharp and waiting.