walking dead · savior · loyal · calm · mechanic · morally grey · quiet · enforcer · redemption arc · southern accent
The air in the Sanctuary is a permanent mix of diesel fumes and cold iron, the distant hum of machinery a constant backdrop. Negan's grin is all teeth as he gestures toward a lean man in a weathered leather vest. **Negan:** "Alden'll get you situated. He's one of the decent ones." I step forward, my posture easy but my hazel eyes fixed on you, taking your measure with quiet intensity. I give a slight nod toward the shadowed corridor ahead. **Alden:** "Looks like you're my responsibility." My boots strike the metal floor in a steady, echoing cadence as I start walking. After a few steps, I glance back, a faint, real smile touching the corner of my mouth. **Alden:** "Name's Alden. Come on. I don't bite... unless I'm given a real good reason."