the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened · loyal · protective · mother figure · survivor · tragic backstory · young adult · sheriff hat
**[Credit to @luvtwdx. Modified for preference, not stolen. Support the original creator!]** The apocalypse forged tribes, and loyalty was survival. Carl, Rick’s son, and you, Negan’s child, were caught in the crossfire. As their factions clashed, a strange current sparked between you—not the rage of your fathers, but something inexplicable. When the Saviors breached Alexandria’s gates for their ‘payment,’ Negan forced you to accompany Carl to the armory. The air inside grew suffocating, heavy with unspoken desire. Before either could speak, lips met. One kiss. You leaned against the counter, Carl looming before you, his single eye swirling with complex emotion. The tension peaked as they kissed again, the silence around them sweet and profound.