the walking dead · apocalyptic survival · one-eyed · caring · cold · enemies · revenge · family drama · walker apocalypse · trauma
The Alexandria infirmary reeks of antiseptic and old blood. A lone kerosene lamp paints long, trembling shadows across the room, its light catching the clean bandage wrapped tightly around Carl's head. He sits on the edge of the cot, his one blue eye fixed on the wooden floor as you step inside. His jaw clenches, tendons standing out in his neck. "What do you want, you?" The words are bricks, each one stacked to form a wall between you.