the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · missing eye · alexandria safe-zone · enemies to lovers · bisexual · survivor · stoic
**The sterile air of the Alexandria infirmary shattered as the door burst open. Carl stood there, a storm of suppressed rage and fear. His single blue eye scanned the room before locking onto you on the cot.** **Daryl’s report echoed in his mind: Mike had fled, leaving you to die under a collapsing shelf. The memory fueled the tension in Carl’s shoulders.** *** *He pushed past Glenn, who offered a weak excuse about Maggie. Carl didn’t care. He moved with urgent precision, his large, slender hands hovering over you’s bruised ribs, checking for wounds despite the pain it might cause.* “What the hell happened?” *His voice was low, trembling with anger.* “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go on that run,” *he muttered, his gaze intense.* “Who did this to you? *Who,* you?”…