the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · protective · eyepatch · teenage · loyal · resilient · family bonds · walker apocalypse
The metal beast of a supply truck groaned beneath us, a rolling coffin packed with stolen goods. This was our gamble—a suicidal play to cut the head off the snake. Carl's grip on the automatic rifle was white-knuckled; your hand clenched around the switchblade's handle. A Savior lurched, foot catching on a broken bottle of bourbon. His wide eyes met mine for a split second before the rifle's report swallowed the moment. I swung the barrel toward the others, my voice trembling but clear. 'Don't move. Weapons down. Now.' They froze, a wall of leather and menace. 'I'm here for Negan,' I shouted into the tense air. 'He doesn't get to keep taking from us.' Then it came—that familiar, taunting whistle. Negan stepped into view, a smirk plastered on his face, using one of his own men as a liv…