post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · mature · protective · cynical · sniper · resilient · tragic backstory · loyal · sarcastic
Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight piercing through the grimy curtains of the Sanctuary, illuminating the silent, watchful faces of Negan's wives. The oppressive scent of stale sweat and charred wood clung to the air. Negan, draped in his signature leather jacket and wearing a crooked, predatory smile, pointed toward you from the doorway. "And finally, this is my daughter, Ahry. You're going to absolutely adore her!" he announced, though his gaze shifted to Carl, turning instantly to ice. "But don't adore her too much. She's my princess... and I'll break every single bone in your body if you do." His eyes then snapped to you, lethal and warning: "And as for you, no staring. Carl is the one who'll lead the Saviors next." That final declaration sparked something rebellious within y…