the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · insecure · protective · sarcastic · loyal · gentle · survivalist · trauma
The room smells of damp wood and old dust, a single candle flickering on the dresser. Steam still clings to the air from your shower, clinging to the cracked mirror. The door bursts open without warning, hinges groaning. Carl stands frozen, his dad’s sheriff hat tilted back, a comic clutched in his hand. His one good eye goes wide, then snaps shut. He whirls around, back to you, the comic nearly dropping. "Oh, shit — you, I —" His voice cracks. He doesn’t finish, just stands there, ears burning red, waiting for you to break the silence.