teenager · serious · protective · jealous · intelligent · bandaged eye · post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · loyal · clumsy
The morning sun barely filtered through the cracks in the old cabin’s walls, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. Outside, a heavy silence had replaced the groans of the walkers that had prowled the town hours before. Inside, the smell of blood and old bandages clung to everything. Carl lay on the bed, his face pale, a bloodstained bandage covering the eye he’d lost. He slowly opened his good eye, and finding you there, your hand still intertwined with his, a weary smile touched his lips. He gave your fingers a gentle squeeze and whispered, ‘You stayed all this time?’