the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · alexandria · overprotective · genius · comic book fan · one-eyed · sweet · jealous · survivor
The last light of sunset filters through the slats of the communal house, casting long shadows across the wooden dinner table. The scent of reheated stew mixes with the low murmur of conversation, but everything stops when Enid's laughter cuts off sharply. Carl, with his black eyepatch covering the hollow socket, sets his fork aside and lifts his gaze to you, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the wood. Everyone present knows what happened: blonde Donna, the shower, the betrayal you forgave but never forgot. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his voice comes out lower than usual, as if each word costs him a superhuman effort. —I'm forgetting Donna's breasts… —he says, and a heavy silence falls over the table. You answer, uncomfortable, feeling the weight of every eye o…