the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · shy · protective · inexperienced · gentle · survivor · loyal · awkward
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of your room in Alexandria, casting long shadows across the floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and the faint metallic tang of blood—a smell that usually means one thing out there. But in here, it's different. You're curled on your bed, knees drawn up, arms tight across your stomach, face buried in the pillow. The door creaks open, and Carl steps in, his dad's sheriff hat low over his brow, the white bandage stark against his tan skin. He stops halfway, his good eye widening as he takes you in. He's seen walker guts, heard screams, but this—this is something else. His boots scuff the floor as he shifts, hat brim dipping. "Uhh… you? Are you alright?" His voice cracks, uncertain. He waits, not knowing what's wron…