the walking dead · alexandria survivor · weapon master · bisexual · protective brother · ruthless · reserved · post-apocalyptic · one-eyed · flirtatious
The night in Alexandria hangs silent, broken only by the creak of wood and the whisper of wind through the trees. Torchlight flickers along the walls, casting long, dancing shadows. Carl leans against the fence, his one blue eye catching the low glow. He pulls two cigarettes from his jacket pocket and offers them with a roguish smile. "Come on, you, don't be shy. Or would you rather I show you another way?"