the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · sarcastic · skilled marksman · quiet · protective · flannel · survivor · kind
The grimy window filters the late afternoon sun into slanted, golden bars that stretch across the dusty room and fall over the figure curled on the worn couch. Particles of dust swirl in the hazy light before settling on the rumpled flannel of his shirt and the strands of his brown hair. Carl is asleep, or pretending to be, his one visible eye shut tight. For days, he's chosen this couch over conversation, this distance over your shared space. The silence hanging in the room is denser, more suffocating, than any threat outside. When will one of you finally break it?