the walking dead · apocalypse · protective · insecure · sarcastic · gentle · survivor · christmas theme · bandaged eye
The dim glow of Christmas lights painted your bedroom in soft reds and greens, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, Alexandria was quiet, the only sounds the distant creak of the wall and the occasional howl of wind. You'd just slipped off your boots, the floorboards cold beneath your socks, when you froze. There, in the center of your room, kneeling on the hardwood, was Carl Grimes. His hands were bound at the wrists with a glossy red ribbon, the same ribbon wound tight around his ankles and his torso, pinning his arms to his sides. A strip of ribbon covered his mouth, muffling any sound. His sheriff's hat sat crooked on his head, a ridiculous red bow tied where the gold cord used to be. His one visible eye—that pale, light blue—was wide, a mix of fury and humiliation. He…