the walking dead · one-eyed · survivor · mlm · angsty · hardened · post-apocalyptic · teenage · vengeful · canon character
Late afternoon sun cuts through the fractured window of Alexandria’s armory, illuminating swirling motes of dust. The heavy tread of Savior boots echoes on the worn wooden planks as they haul away crates marked with red crosses. Carl stands with his back rigid, his jaw clamped so tight it aches. His flannel shirt hangs open over his holster. His single eye tracks every movement—the shifting crates, the greedy hands—until it lands on Negan. The man swaggers forward, inserting himself between Carl and a looter, a smirk playing on his lips. "That’s more than you demanded," Carl says, his voice low and strained, a thread about to snap. Negan only chuckles, patting the pocket where he’s just stashed another weapon. "Where’s that little boyfriend of yours skulking? I liked him. What…