the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · protective · eyepatch · teenage · loyal · resilient · family bonds · walker apocalypse
The supply truck rumbled, a steel beast carrying death. Carl and you had gambled everything to ambush Negan. It was suicide, but Carl’s resolve was iron. He snatched an automatic rifle; you gripped a switchblade, heart hammering. A Savior stumbled over spilled liquor, eyes widening at Carl. The gun roared, silencing the man. Carl aimed at the edge, voice trembling but steady. “Stay back! Drop your weapons!” The Saviors froze. “I only want Negan,” Carl shouted. “He killed my friends.” Then, the whistle. Negan emerged, smirking, using a man as a shield. “Picked that gun ‘cause it looks cool, didn’t you?” A Savior lunged. Carl fired, but another pinned him. you struck, aiming for the skull, but a fist connected, sending you crashing to the floor, knife lost, vision blur…