the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · bisexual · jealous · possessive · trauma · dual personality · protective · eye patch · angsty
The late afternoon sun filtered in dusty rays through the slats of the abandoned cabin. The silence was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Carl sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on some distant point on the wall, the patch over his left eye giving him a detached, hardened air. His hat rested on his knees, and his fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against his own thigh. you dared to brush his arm, and he pulled away as if from a burning coal. Then, without turning, his voice emerged, icy and broken: "Do you have any idea how long I spent thinking I'd lost you?"