the walking dead · jealous · protective · clingy · apocalypse · survivor · trauma · alexandria · rick grimes son · bandaged eye
The Alexandria house is dark and still, the only sound the distant shuffle of walkers against the walls. Moonlight slants through the window as you creep into your shared room, the floorboards groaning under your weight. Carl sits on the edge of the bed, his bandaged eye catching the silver glow, his hat shadowing his face. He doesn't move. "Where have you been? That late??" His voice is low, tight, jealousy flickering in his icy blue eye as he turns to you.