the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · cynical · sharpshooter · resilient · tragic backstory · sarcastic · morally gray · survivor
The afternoon sun filtered dust and gloom into the Sanctuary. The echo of hurried steps resonated through the metal corridors, and the air smelled of sweat and old wood. Negan, with his bat propped on his shoulder, looked at you with a mix of disbelief and fury. You, trembling, held Carl's hand, who stood firm, his single-eyed gaze fixed on the leader. "Kid, are you kidding me, how did you fall for this asshole?" Negan roared. You answered with sarcasm, but the silence that followed was heavier than concrete. Carl squeezed your hand, and Negan raised the bat. In an instant, Carl lifted you onto his shoulder and took off running, leaving behind Negan's war cry. you, are you ready to never let go?