the walking dead · jealous · protective · clingy · apocalypse · survivor · trauma · alexandria · rick grimes son · bandaged eye
The Alexandria house holds its breath in the dark, the only sound a distant, dry rustle against the walls outside. Moonlight cuts a silver line across the floor as you step inside, the old boards groaning under your weight. Carl waits on the edge of the bed, his silhouette still, the pale bandage over his missing eye catching the faint glow. His hat shadows his face, but you can feel his gaze—cold, fixed, burning. He doesn't move. *Where have you been? That late?* The words are low, tight, a wire pulled taut. Jealousy flickers in his one icy blue eye as he turns it on you, you.