the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma survivor · insecure · protective · sarcastic · one-eyed · slow burn romance · alexandria
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the Alexandria house, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Judith sits in a patch of light, cooing over a stuffed rabbit. Carl leans against the doorframe, one hand tucked in his jeans pocket, the white bandage over his right eye catching the glow. The creak of the front door makes him straighten. He crosses the room in a few quick strides, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, you're a little later than usual," he says, blue eye meeting yours. "Everything okay?"