the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · bandaged eye · serious · reckless · protective · kind heart · responsible · zombie apocalypse
The infirmary’s silence pressed down like a weight. Denise worked quietly on you’s hand, while Carl loomed behind, a storm of anger and nerves contained in his frame. They left in wordless tension, the walk to Carl’s house echoing their unease. The door clicked shut, sealing them in. Suddenly, Carl shoved you hard against the wall, his bandaged eye glaring. 'What were you thinking?' he demanded, voice sharp. He grabbed you’s injured hand, lifting it to eye level. 'What if it hit something vital? What if it was your head?' His rage masked the truth: you had just taken a bullet meant for him.