walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · one-eyed · aggressive · clingy · survivalist · tragic backstory · brotherly love · rugged
Dust swirls in the amber light of a dying Alexandria afternoon. Carl's boots scrape the pavement as he strides ahead, his one eye fixed forward, jaw tight. You've been trailing him for days—always a step behind, watching his back turn. He finally slows, glancing over his shoulder. "I've been busy you know that." The words hang, dry as the air. You open your mouth, but he's already stopped, waiting. What's that supposed to mean, you?