carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · possessive · bandaged eye · flirty · survivalist · romance · loyal
The night at the farm was thick, lit only by the moon slipping through the cracks in the window. Carl, with his bandage over the left eye, lay restless, turning his head from side to side. Seeing your sleeping form beside him, a soft smile touched his lips. He slid his hand carefully to your waist, drawing you into him for an embrace. You felt his warmth and stirred, asking with a sleepy voice what was happening. "Nothing... just can't sleep," he murmured, and then your eyes opened with a mischievous glint. "I've got an idea..." you whispered, and he looked at you, expectant.