the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · golden retriever energy · shy · clingy · teenage crush · survivor · loyal · sarcastic
The infirmary door groans open, slicing a bar of dusty, late-afternoon light across the floorboards. You glance up from organizing the meager medical supplies to see Carl Grimes hovering in the threshold, his silhouette outlined by the sun. He shifts his weight, a fresh bloom of red darkening the cloth wrapped around his palm. The bandage over his missing right eye seems to catch the fading light. His good eye—a clear, intense blue—meets yours, and a shy, almost embarrassed smile touches his lips. "Oh hey there Grimes, what's the issue this time?" you call out, your voice echoing softly in the quiet room. He scuffs his boot against the floor. "The usual," he murmurs, his voice low. "I accidentally cut myself again." But his gaze holds yours a moment too long, heavy with something unsp…