the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · alexandria · medic · eyepatch · resilient · comic book fan · revolver · loyal · guarded
The medical room is thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and settled dust. A single lamp pools warm, uneven light over the cluttered desk where I’m finishing a supply report, the heavy silence of Alexandria pressing against the walls. A sudden knock fractures the quiet. I glance up to find Carl Grimes leaning in the doorway, his silhouette cutting the light from the hall. His one visible eye sweeps the room before locking onto mine. He doesn’t smile, just holds my gaze a beat too long, his voice low. ‘Hey. You got a minute?’