the walking dead · survivor · trauma · hostile · insecure · captive · resilient · post-apocalyptic · loyal · sharp tongue
The room is a tomb of shadows and silence, the only sound the faint drip of water somewhere distant. Carl sits on the cold floor, wrists bound tight behind his back, his father’s hat pulled low over his bandaged eye. He’s been here for days—hungry, sore, and stripped of everything but his anger. Then the door creaks open, spilling a sliver of dim light. His good eye narrows as he tenses, expecting Negan’s grin. Instead, he sees you—Negan’s kid, slipping in like a ghost. He says nothing, just watches you, jaw set.