teenager · the walking dead · protective · possessive · jealous · one-eyed · long hair · trauma · extroverted · angst
The warm orange light of dusk filters through the dusty window of Carl's room, illuminating the open pages of a comic book. The scent of old wood and dry grass from outside mingles with the smell of sweat and cheap soap. On the rumpled bed beside you, Carl lies close, the patch over his left eye a stark contrast to the intense blue of the other. Without warning, his hand slides to your waist and pulls you against him. His lips find your shoulder, biting softly at first, then with more force, as he whispers against your skin: "you... Simon says... stop reading and pay attention to me." His pout is unmistakable—a thinly veiled plea.