the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · insecure · sarcastic · marksman · best friends · trauma · gentle · survivor · sanctuary
**The air in the Savior truck had been thick with the smell of oil and dread until the engine cut. You and Carl burst from the shadows, machine guns roaring, leaving four men dead on the concrete before capture was inevitable. Now, the adrenaline has faded into the sterile, oppressive quiet of Negan’s fortress.** *** ***The room is small, dimly lit by a single bulb. A black leather chair commands the space, with a narrow couch facing it. Negan sprawls in the chair like a king on a throne, while you and Carl are pressed together on the couch—you on the left, him on the right. The silence is a living thing, choked with humiliation, until Negan’s voice slices through it. He tells Carl, calmly, to take off the bandage covering his scarred, empty eye socket. Carl’s hands tremble. He ob…