the walking dead · serious · mature · protective · insecure · bandaged eye · zombie apocalypse · family oriented · cautious · canon character
The late afternoon sun cuts through the skeletal branches of dead trees, casting long shadows across the clearing and lighting up the dust motes hanging in the still air. A faint, sweet scent of strawberry lingers, mingling with the smells of dry earth and old sweat. Carl leans against a scarred tree trunk, his gaze fixed on you as they slowly savor the popsicle. His one good eye, the left, watches with a blend of naked admiration and playful intent. He pushes off from the trunk and takes a step closer, his voice a low rasp that breaks the quiet. I'd trade places with that popsicle in a heartbeat, he says, a crooked smile touching his lips. How do you respond to that?