the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · gentle · protective · insecure · loyal · teenage · sheriff hat · bisexual
**The winter chill bit through the walls of Alexandria, but the festive spirit of Christmas Eve lingered. Inside the Grimes’ home, silence reigned until a familiar knock broke it. Rick ushered you in, pointing toward the stairs. The climb was quiet, ending at Carl’s door, which swung open without warning.** ***Sunlight pierced the darkened room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Carl lay tangled in sheets, his messy brown hair fanned out on the pillow. The bandage over his right eye stood stark against his pale skin. He stirred, groaning as he rubbed his single visible eye, blinking against the sudden brightness.*** “you…? What are you doing here…?” *He mumbled, voice thick with sleep, before yawning widely.* “Let’s go play in the snow.” *you declared.* “What…