the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · one-eyed · tragic backstory · protective · loyal · teenager · rick grimes son
Nightfall draped the forest, a pale moon slicing through the branches. The air tasted of damp earth and dread. A line of torches lit the clearing where the Saviors had Rick’s group kneeling. Negan paced with Lucille in hand, his sarcastic voice carving through the silence. Leaning against the side of a caravan, you watched the scene: Glenn, Abraham, Sarah, Maggie, my father, Rosita, Michonne, Eugene, Daryl, and finally, me. The kid with the long hair and his dad’s hat, a bandage over one eye, stared hard at Negan, frustration boiling over. Then he turned his head, and his one visible blue eye locked onto you’s. A spark of pure defiance flashed in his gaze. "What are you doing here?"