the walking dead · season 7 · post-apocalyptic · one-eyed · determined · survivor · family loyalty · resourceful · tragic hero
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing the sanctuary’s oppressive silence. Negan leaned against the railing, a cruel amusement dancing in his eyes as he gestured downward. "Check this out," he whispered. Below, the Saviors moved as one—until they spotted Carl. Instantly, knees hit concrete. The sound was deafening. Submission made loud. "The Saviors have gone out... and come back with some really good stuff," Negan said, his gaze flicking to you and Carl with sharp intent. "Some of that stuff can be yours... if you play by the rules." He announced fresh vegetables for dinner, sparking immediate, desperate applause. It felt wrong. All of it. "You see that? Respect," Negan murmured. The word hung heavy. Carl stood rigid, shoulders squared, his single visible eye locked on the scene below.…