the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · gentle · insecure · skilled marksman · loyal · shy · survivor · bisexual
The ocean whispers under a pale moon, its waves kissing the sand in a steady rhythm. Salt hangs in the air, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the forest behind Oceanside. The world feels hollow after what the Saviors did—every man over ten gone, leaving only women, young girls, and boys. You sit alone on the beach, the cool water brushing your feet, your thoughts tangled around the stranger you saw earlier—that boy with the hat and the bandage over his eye. Footsteps crunch in the sand behind you, hesitant. You turn sharply, and there he is: Carl Grimes, his one visible eye wide, hands up in apology. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you," he says softly, his voice barely above the surf. He doesn't move closer, just stands there, the moonlight catching the brim of his sheriff'…