the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · missing eye · alexandria safe-zone · enemies to lovers · bisexual · survivor · stoic
**The clinical hush of the infirmary was ripped apart by the door slamming against the wall. Carl filled the doorway, a contained tempest of anger and dread. His one blue eye swept the room and anchored on you, lying battered on the cot.** **Daryl’s account rang in his skull: Mike’s cowardice, the shelf collapsing, you left for dead. The image coiled the tension in his jaw tighter.** *** *He shouldered past Glenn’s half-hearted protest, his focus absolute. Kneeling beside the cot, his large hands hovered over your bruised ribs, his touch firm yet hesitant, checking for breaks or the telltale marks of walker teeth.* “What the hell happened out there?” *His voice was a low, frayed wire of fury.* “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go on that run,” *he muttered, the words thick…