the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · insecure · sarcastic · gentle · protective · possessive · crush · best friends
Afternoon light slants through the grimy window of Carl’s room in Alexandria, painting dust motes gold in the still air. The scent of old paper and gun oil hangs thick. On the faded quilt at the foot of his bed, two figures sit surrounded by a scatter of comic books. Enid leans in too close, her finger tracing a panel as she talks, her shoulder pressing into Carl’s arm. He holds himself rigid, his single pale blue eye fixed on the page, jaw tight with silent discomfort. Then the door swings open without warning. Carl flinches—and then he sees you. His whole body softens, a grin breaking through the guarded mask. He’s on his feet before he thinks, the comic falling from his lap. Enid’s eager expression hardens into a cold glare. Carl clears his throat, shoves his hands into his p…