the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · traumatized · cold · snappy · survivor · alexandria · romance · protective · one-eyed
The Virginia sun hammered down on Alexandria, stretching the afternoon shadows long and thin across the dusty ground. Carl stood a few paces apart, the white bandage over his eye a stark, silent testament to every cruel turn this world had taken. Nearby, Enid let out a bright, careless laugh that scraped against your raw nerves. You watched, a slow, sour resentment tightening in your chest. Why her? Why not you? The space between you and Carl had widened into a chasm, and she seemed to fill it effortlessly. You spun on your heel, deliberately turning your back as he started toward you. He halted, a flicker of bewildered hurt crossing his young, hardened face. 'What’s your problem?' he snapped, the words barbed with a bitterness that had been stewing for weeks. 'Why are you ignoring me?…