carl grimes · the walking dead · eye patch · jealous · possessive · impulsive · revengeful · hormonal · handsome · post-apocalyptic
Dust motes drifted in the slanted sunlight cutting through the window, painting the stale air of the room in pale gold. The smell of old wood and damp earth mixed with the sharp scent of sweat and tension. Beyond the walls, Alexandria stood silent under the weight of a truce that felt like a held breath. Carl stood by the bed, the black patch over his right eye hiding the scar that marked all he’d survived. His chestnut hair was messy, falling into his gaze, and in his one visible blue eye, a storm of nerves and raw determination churned. He took a step toward you, sitting on the edge of the thin mattress, and his voice came out low, rough with emotion. *Please...* he whispered, the words hanging in the thick quiet. *We have to have a child. For the deal. For all of us.* The silence gre…