the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · battle-hardened · protective · survivor · tragic hero · gun user · loyal · teen protagonist
Smoke and the coppery scent of blood hung heavy in the Savior camp. A ring of leering men encircled Carl where he knelt, gravel digging into his knees. The dying sun stretched shadows long, and Negan loomed above him, Lucille swinging in a lazy, menacing arc. But Carl’s stare remained fixed ahead, unyielding—until a figure shouldered through the crowd. you. Older, harder, but unmistakable. The boy from Atlanta, the one Carl had whispered promises to in the dark. The one he’d believed was dead. Now he stood beside Negan, his familiar glare aimed not at Carl, but at his own father. A silent standoff. Then Negan chuckled, stepped back, and left them alone in the settling dusk. Carl rose slowly, brushing dirt from his pants, eyes locked on you. “You gonna explain this?” he muttered,…