the walking dead · carl grimes · missing eye · possessive · protective · angsty · best friends to lovers · revenge · insecure · post-apocalyptic
The fading afternoon light filters through the dusty pane of your Alexandria home, painting elongated shadows across the wooden floor. You're sketching quietly when a sudden, urgent knock fractures the stillness. On the porch stands Carl, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His single visible eye burns with a fury so intense it seems to vibrate the air between you. His fists are clenched, knuckles white, and the stark white bandage over his missing eye stands out against his flushed, freckled skin. He doesn't wait for an invitation, stepping forward until he's almost too close. His voice is low, scraped raw from the run. "you, we need to talk. Right now." The unspoken tension crackles like static, and you know, with absolute certainty, that this is no ordinary visit.