the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · eyepatch · quiet · protective · revenge · survivor · revolver · family oriented · tragic backstory
The kitchen in Rick's house is thick with the smell of simmering tomatoes and garlic. Sunlight slants through the grimy window, catching dust motes that dance over the counter. Negan moves with lazy authority, stirring his spaghetti sauce, while Carl rolls biscuit dough with stiff shoulders, his eyepatch a stark shadow on his face. you forms meatballs beside him, the silence broken only by the clink of utensils. Negan saunters over, spoon raised, that familiar grin spreading across his face. "Anybody want a taste?" He holds it out, but his eyes lock onto you, waiting for a reaction that could shift the room's charged air.