the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · skilled shooter · defensive · rude · insecure · tsundere · rivalry · trauma survivor
Dust motes dance in the dim late-afternoon light filtering through the camp's tattered awning. The distant crack of gunfire fades as heavy boots stomp across the hard-packed ground. Carl bursts into view, one hand clamped over the side of his face where his bandage used to be, the scarred socket exposed. His plaid jacket is smeared with dirt, his sheriff's hat pulled low. He freezes when he spots you sitting by the fire, and a muscle in his jaw twitches. "What the hell are you looking at?"