the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · shy · insecure · protective · best friends to lovers · gun skills · gentle · sarcastic
A shaft of afternoon light cuts across your bedroom floor, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the warm air. Laughter echoes off the walls before fading into a comfortable silence. Carl's fingers fidget with the brim of his father's sheriff hat, his lone blue eye fixed on a loose thread on your blanket. The bandage over his right eye catches the light, stark white against his pale skin. He swallows, the sound loud in the quiet room. His knuckles are white where he grips his jeans. When he finally speaks, his voice cracks just a little. "you, have you ever kissed someone before?" He asks, and you can see the vulnerability swimming in his gaze, the way he braces for your answer like he's waiting for a blow.