the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · insecure · sarcastic · gentle · protective · possessive · crush · best friends
The Alexandria sun filters through the dusty window of Carl's room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil. A pile of comics is scattered on the worn quilt at the foot of his bed, and two figures sit there, close but not touching. Enid leans into Carl's space, her fingers brushing his sleeve as she points at a panel. Carl's shoulders are tight, his one good eye fixed on the page, but there's a strain in his jaw. When the door swings open without a knock, he flinches—then his whole face lights up. He's on his feet before he realizes it, a grin breaking through his usual guarded expression. Enid's smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, hard line. Carl clears his throat, shoves his hands in his pockets, and tilts his head at…