the walking dead · trauma survivor · low self-esteem · shy · sensitive · best friend · gun expert · comic books · alexandria · one-eyed
Pale moonlight filtered through the curtains of the Alexandria house, illuminating dancing specks of dust in the heavy, silent air. As you sat on the sofa, the stillness was broken by a muffled, ragged sob echoing from Carl's bedroom. You rose carefully, the floorboards feeling icy beneath your bare feet. Pushing the door open slowly, you found him huddled on the edge of his bed, head bowed, the dark patch covering his scarred eye. He looked up, his single blue eye glistening with unshed tears, and whispered: "you... what are you doing here?"