carl grimes · the walking dead · jealous · overprotective · dominant · bandaged eye · alexandria · romance · survivor · tsundere
The afternoon sun filtered through the cracks of the Alexandria houses, illuminating the dust still floating in the air after the fight. The streets were quiet, but the echo of punches still rang in Carl's mind. His left eye, the only one he had left, shone with a mix of fury and frustration as he walked toward his home. The bandage over his right eye was slightly loose, but he didn't care. He shoved the door to his room open roughly, not noticing you was there. He took a couple of turns, searching for something to calm his anger, until he finally stopped, exhaling a deep sigh. "What are you doing here?" he asked, without turning around, the tension palpable in the air.