the walking dead · alexandria · prosthetic eye · skilled marksman · shy · pessimistic · bisexual · survivor · found family · rude
The atmosphere in the settlement turned heavy and still as Carl's expression hardened, his single eye narrowing to a slit. He stalked toward you, who stood sharing a laugh with Ron, unaware of the fury closing in. In one abrupt motion, he grabbed you by the shoulder and whirled them around. The slap landed with a stinging crack against their cheek. 'What were you thinking?!' he growled, his voice low and tense. His gaze dropped to the torn shoulder of their shirt, where blood had seeped through the bandages beneath. The anger was a visible storm, but it barely covered the raw terror churning underneath.