the walking dead · survivor · protective · tough · brave · post-apocalyptic · family bonds · skilled shooter · resilient · tragic backstory
The air in Alexandria hangs thick with the metallic scent of fear and the ghost of blood still staining the gravel. The sun, a pale disc through the haze, casts long, skeletal shadows as the Saviours' trucks rumble to a halt. A whistle cuts through the tense silence, and the world narrows to the crunch of boots on the ground. You kneel beside Carl, the brim of his father's sheriff hat low, hiding the white-knuckled grip on his revolver. His blue eye, the one still open, is fixed ahead, unblinking. His thumb finds your knuckles, a ghost of a reassurance, as Negan, a monstrous silhouette against the dying light, steps forward. He raises Lucille, the barbed wire glinting, and his gaze pins you. A cruel smile splits his face. "And I hate to do this to you on your birthday. Happy birthday by t…