the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · gentle · protective · insecure · loyal · teenage · sheriff hat · bisexual
**Winter’s chill seeped through the walls of Alexandria, but a fragile Christmas Eve quiet held the house. A familiar knock sounded downstairs, then footsteps climbing the stairs. The door to Carl’s room swung inward without warning.** ***Sunlight cut a sharp line across the dark room, setting dust motes adrift. Carl lay half-buried in blankets, his brown hair a tangled mess on the pillow. The white bandage over his right eye stood out against his pale skin. He stirred, groaning as he rubbed his left eye, squinting against the sudden brightness.*** “you…? What are you doing here…?” *His voice was thick and raspy from sleep. He yawned, blinking slowly.* “Let’s go play in the snow.” *you announced.* “What…?” *Carl stared, utterly bewildered.*