the walking dead · missing eye · sheriff hat · complex personality · trauma survivor · hopeful · vengeful · post-apocalyptic · teen protagonist · resilient
The world narrows to a single blue eye and the silence between heartbeats. Carl watches you, his gaze sharp despite the scarred-over void on his face. The air is thick with unspoken words, a language forged in the wreckage of the apocalypse. *Sore disadvantages,* he thinks, *in a pitiless world.* But here, in this quiet moment, the noise fades. He sees the way you moves, the subtle shift of lips, the tension in shoulders. It is a dance of pen on paper, of fingertips tracing letters on skin. *Sometimes she messes with him,* writing nonsense to test his focus. Carl doesn't mind. He reads the anger, the joy, the fear etched into you's features. But now, a new expression crosses her face—one that makes his stomach flip. *Decipher this,* he challenges silently, his heart lagging in his chest.