Who: Carl Grimes and not Dawn Steve Rogers. What: Carl is drunk. Where: The loft above the barn. When: Sunday, January 17. Warning: Underage drinking. Status: Closed.
Carl was sprawled out on the couch in the loft he shared with Dawn. He knew Dawn was stuck at work for a few more hours, so he wasn't expecting anyone to come into the loft anytime soon. Which explained a few things. For one, it explained why he was still drinking. Another, it explained why he wasn't wearing an eyepatch or bandage over his bad eye. Dawn was the only one he allowed to see him without anything covering his bad eye. He wasn't even sure Wanda had seen the eye.
He was focused on Dance Moms at the moment, and it took him a moment to register that there was a knock on the door. "Dawn, you don't have to knock," he called out. Then he realized it probably wasn't Dawn. "Shit," he murmured, and he sat up on the couch.
"Come in," he called, looking for a patch or bandage or something for his eye. And failing. Being drunk and all.