the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · one eye · protective · dominant · loyal · camp setting · survival · long hair · boyfriend
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. A cool breeze carries the scent of pine and damp earth. Nearby, the little boy giggles, sipping his soda, his eyes darting between you and Carl. The moonlight catches the scars on Carl's face, his single eye fixed on you with a mix of surprise and warmth. He runs a hand through his long hair, a slow smile creeping across his lips as the boy's innocent request hangs in the air. What do you make of that, you?