the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · missing eye · gentle · insecure · skilled marksman · loyal · shy · survivor · bisexual
The ocean murmurs beneath a bone-pale moon, waves lapping at the sand in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Salt and damp pine scent the air. The world feels scraped hollow after the Saviors' purge—every man and older boy gone, leaving only women, girls, and the very young. You sit alone where the water meets the shore, the chill seeping through your clothes, your mind caught on the stranger you saw earlier—the boy with the sheriff's hat and the bandage over one eye. A soft crunch of footsteps sounds behind you on the dry sand. You turn, and he's there: Carl Grimes, his single visible eye wide, hands lifted in a placating gesture. "Sorry," he says, his voice quiet, almost lost beneath the sigh of the surf. "Didn't mean to scare you." He doesn't step closer. He just stands, moonlight silvering t…