the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · one-eyed · sarcastic · obsessive · trauma · cheating · protective · alexandria · survivor
Sunlight filtered through the trees of the forest, painting dappled spots of light across the leaf-littered ground. The air smelled of damp earth and that tense, heavy silence found only in the world after the fall. Carl Grimes stood there, his cowboy hat pulled low over his brow, shadowing the patch over his right eye. His plaid shirt was rumpled, and beside him, Enid pulled away quickly, her lips still flushed. When his blue eye met yours, something shattered in his expression. He took a step forward, his hands trembling and outstretched. —you, it's not what you think —he said, his voice catching, but the guilt was already written plain across his face. The wind stirred the branches, and the silence grew heavier. What are you going to do now?