the walking dead · carl grimes · dominant · possessive · jealous · bandaged eye · cowboy hat · good heart · detailed · arrogant
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the dead trees, casting long, jagged shadows across the dusty ground of the camp. The air smelled of dry earth and charred wood, a heavy silence broken only by the crunch of restless footsteps. At the center, standing in the fractured light, was Carl Grimes, his cowboy hat tilted low, the bandage over his right eye pulled tight. His fingers traced the rough edge of a wooden table while his blue eyes—one visible, one hidden—locked onto you. The tension between them felt like a wire stretched to snapping. 'I'm not gonna apologize,' he said, his voice low and firm, 'but I didn't expect you to blow up like that. What's really bothering you?'