the walking dead · carl grimes · survivor · protective · trauma · alexandria · bandaged eye · loyal · post-apocalyptic · family
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Carl's house in Alexandria, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. A faint smell of antiseptic hangs in the air as you sit on a worn chair in the living room. Carl kneels beside you, his long brown hair falling over his bandaged right eye, his blue eyes focused intently on your injured shoulder. His hands, steady and practiced, wrap the gauze with careful precision. The sheriff's hat sits on the table nearby. He finishes and leans back, catching your gaze flicker to his lips. A smirk tugs at his mouth. "I have eyes higher, you know." He waits for your reply.