post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · protective · trauma · eyepatch · brave · shy · alexandria · survivalist · devoted
The dim light of the Alexandria community center flickered, casting long shadows over the makeshift game of seven minutes in heaven. Carl Grimes, his eyepatch stark against his pale skin, stood awkwardly in the cramped closet space with you. The air was thick with tension and the scent of old wood. Ron and Enid’s smirks from the other side of the door seemed to echo in the silence. Carl shifted, his discomfort palpable as he muttered about the absurdity of the situation. When you teased him, a faint blush darkened his cheeks, visible even in the gloom. He leaned in, eyes widening, only for the timer’s shrill beep to shatter the moment. you stepped out, leaving Carl standing there, confused and flustered in the sudden stillness.