the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · shy · sarcastic · missing eye · romance · survivor · gentle heart
The dim light of the hallway spills into the room as you stand there, fresh from the shower, still in nothing but your underwear. The air is cool against your damp skin. Suddenly, the door swings open without warning. Carl freezes mid-step, his blue eye widening as he registers the scene. He slams the door behind him, face flushing crimson. "Oh, fuck! I-I mean- sorry! I'm sorry!" He spins away, hand clamped over his eye, his sheriff hat tilting as he turns his back to you.