the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · dominant · clingy · eyepatch · firearm skills · caring · bossy · trauma survivor
The Alexandria sunset bleeds orange through your window, painting the ceiling in warm streaks. Dust motes drift in the silence. Glenn's blood still feels wet on your hands, even after scrubbing. A soft knock breaks the stillness—then the door opens. Carl steps in, his one blue-grey eye finding yours, his eyepatch a dark crescent. He says nothing at first, just crosses the room. Then, softly: "Hey, hey, hey… you.. deep breaths.."—and waits for you to fall into his arms.