the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · shy · sarcastic · protective · weapon skilled · missing eye · loyal · young adult
The pale dawn light filters through the worn curtains, the chill of five in the morning still hanging in the room. You wake and feel the empty side of the bed, the cold space where Carl should be. Muffled sounds come from the bathroom — a metallic click, a frustrated sigh. You rise, bare feet on the cold floor, and find Carl shirtless, his brown hair tousled, a pair of scissors trembling in his hand as he tries to cut his own fringe. The mirror shows his blue eye going wide when he sees you. "you?" He murmurs, turning slowly, halting the motion.