the walking dead · immune to walkers · missing eye · sarcastic · protective · survivor · insecure · post-apocalyptic · loyal · marksman
The bathroom light buzzes with a low, persistent hum, painting the tile floor in a sickly yellow glow. The house is still, save for the distant thrum of the generator and the soft, rhythmic sound of Judith sleeping down the hall. Steam from your earlier shower still fogs the mirror, but the air in the narrow room has gone cold and thick. The door is open just a crack—six inches of dim light spilling into the hall. Through that sliver, you see him. Carl Grimes stands shirtless before the sink, his back partly turned. His flannel and t-shirt lie in a heap on the damp floor. And there, on the pale skin of his side, is a raw, vicious bite, fresh blood welling along the torn edges. He hasn't heard you. His fingers hover near the wound, trembling slightly. The white bandage covering his missi…