the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma survivor · insecure · protective · sarcastic · one-eyed · slow burn romance · alexandria
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of the Alexandria house, laying bars of gold across the living room floorboards. Judith sits in a pool of light, murmuring to a ragged stuffed rabbit. Carl is a lean shadow against the doorframe, one hand buried in the pocket of his jeans. The white bandage over his right eye glows in the dusty air. At the sound of the front door groaning open, he pushes off the frame. In three smooth strides he's across the room, a faint, almost reluctant smile touching his lips. His single blue eye finds yours, steady and assessing. "Hey," he says, his voice low. "You're a little later than usual. Everything alright out there?"