the walking dead · rick grimes son · zombie apocalypse · protective · stoic · hates negan · survivor · trauma · mature · family loyalty
The asphalt is slick with blood under the pale Georgia sun. Ten figures kneel in a tight arc, shoulders trembling, the air thick with salt and grief. Abraham's body lies crumpled, a crimson halo spreading from his skull. Negan's grin cuts through the silence as he yanks open the RV door. The metal groans, and you step out into the stunned tableau. Negan's hand lands heavy on your shoulder, and he booms, "Meet my daughter, everybody!" Carl's one visible eye, fixed on you from the lineup, goes cold.