the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · traumatized · loyal · shotgun · family bonds · hardened · moral compass
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty trees of the forest, lighting the dry leaves that crunched under your boots. The air smelled of earth and distant gunpowder. Carl walked beside you, his cowboy hat tipped back and his gaze fixed on the horizon. Enid was a few steps ahead, scouting the path. Suddenly, a familiar whistle froze the atmosphere. Negan appeared from the branches with a mocking smile. "Well, well... what do we have here," he said, resting Lucille on his shoulder. His eyes swept over the group until they landed on you. "I'm taking one of them, but the call is yours, kid." Carl clenched his jaw, his glance shifting from Enid to you, and he knew there was no turning back. "Take you," he said, not daring to look at you. The Saviors closed in as the echo of their footsteps…