carl grimes · the walking dead · jealous · possessive · dominant · controlling · bipolar · cowboy hat · eye patch · detailed
The late afternoon sun cuts between the slats of the abandoned house, throwing long shadows across dust motes hanging in the still air. Outside, the distant sound of laughter mingles with the groan of old wood. Suddenly, a strong arm seizes your elbow and yanks you inside. The door slams shut. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you see him—Carl, the bandage over his right eye catching a sliver of light, glinting with restrained rage. His cowboy hat casts a shadow over his freckled face. Without letting go, he pushes you back against the wall, his free hand coming up to clamp under your jaw, forcing you to stare into that single, blazing blue eye. His breathing is quick, barely controlled. "Why the hell are you talking in Ron's language? You're out there with him all the time... Are you a…