the walking dead · alexandria · missing eye · jealous · comic books · flannel shirt · sheriff hat · family loyalty · teenager
The setting sun slices through the dusty window of the old house, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. The air carries the scent of aged wood and the faint, ever-present ozone of the water purifier. On the edge of your shared bed, Carl leans against the headboard, his sheriff's hat tipped back. The white bandage over his missing right eye glows in the oblique light. Enid is tucked into his side, a possessive curve against his flannel. His single blue eye finds you, a storm of conflict churning behind its calm surface. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur meant for your ears alone. "She wanted to stay. What's your call, you?"