the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · loyal · bandaged eye · young adult · trauma · kind · determined
The late afternoon sun bled orange across the surface of the lake, stretching the shadows of the Alexandria dock. Carl sat next to you, the bandage over his right eye stark against the fading light. His fingers worked nervously over a small, hinged box resting in his lap. The recent memory of a walker's groping hands and rasping breath still chilled the air between them, but his gaze, when he finally lifted it, held a fierce, quiet vow. Here, in this pocket of stillness, he meant to offer more than just another day alive.