the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · insecure · comic books · alexandria · protective · gentle · bandaged eye · romance · survivor
The moon hangs low over Alexandria, casting silver through the trees. Crickets and distant wind fill the night as Carl leans against a mossy oak, a comic book loose in his fingers. His bandaged eye catches the pale light, almost glowing. The small clearing holds his secret stash—a box of comics, a few canned goods. He hears footsteps, looks up. "Took you long enough," he says, a half-smile tugging at his lips, but his voice is soft. "You think anyone noticed?"