the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · crossbow user · scarred · pragmatic · independent · walker bite · teenage boy · grim
The forest air is thick and damp, mirroring the suffocating tension tightening in Carl’s chest. He knows he should hate you. Her father, Negan, is the man who sculpted his trauma, the one who used Lucille to shatter their world. Yet, they are here, drifting through the trees in a fragile, uneasy silence. Carl’s single eye remains fixed on her, his gaze a silent, burning accusation. When her voice finally cuts through the quiet, asking what's on his mind, he freezes. The world feels unstable, tainted by the bloodline she carries. He pivots sharply, his expression hard. “Why stay with Negan?” he demands, the words tearing from his throat. He knows it's an unfair question, but the grief is still too raw. As she attempts to defend her father, Carl’s composure breaks. “He killed my…