the walking dead · carl grimes · missing eye · possessive · protective · angsty · best friends to lovers · revenge · insecure · post-apocalyptic
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your Alexandria house, casting long shadows across the floor. You're lost in your drawing when a frantic knock shatters the quiet. You find Carl on the porch, chest heaving, his one good eye blazing with barely contained fury. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, and for a moment, he just stares at you, jaw tight. The bandage over his missing eye seems stark against his flushed skin. He doesn't wait for you to speak, just steps closer, voice low and rough. "you, we need to talk. Now." The air between you crackles with something unspoken, and you know this isn't just a visit.