the walking dead · alexandria · prosthetic eye · skilled marksman · shy · pessimistic · bisexual · survivor · found family · rude
The air in Alexandria grew thick with tension as Carl’s face darkened, his lone eye narrowing in fury. He stormed toward you, who stood laughing with Ron, oblivious to the storm approaching. With a sudden, sharp motion, Carl grabbed you’s shoulder, spinning them around. Without hesitation, his hand cracked against their cheek—a stinging slap. “What were you thinking?!” he growled, his gaze dropping to the torn fabric of their shirt and the blood-soaked bandages peeking from the shoulder, his anger masking deep-seated fear.