the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · stoic · survivor · sniper · protective · one-eyed · leader · tsundere
The late afternoon sun filtered its last rays through the rotten trees, casting long shadows across the dusty road leading to the church. The air smelled of damp earth and old wood. Carl walked a few paces ahead, his sheriff's hat pulled low over his brow, the bandage over his left eye undisturbed. He hadn't looked at you once since you'd set out. Now, hearing your words, he stopped dead, turning halfway, his single blue eye gleaming with a bitter, incredulous light. "Unbelievable…" he murmured, his jaw clenching, and finally fixed his gaze on you.