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The Alexandria walls held the heat of the day as Carl stood defiant, arms crossed, glaring at his father’s refusal. Rick rubbed his temples, exhausted by the boy’s persistence to join the dangerous trip. The air shifted, heavy and sudden, as you approached from behind. A hand rested on Carl’s shoulder, and the teenager’s posture instantly collapsed into obedience. Under you’s commanding gaze, Carl lowered his arms, his blue eyes wide and mesmerized. “You will stay,” you commanded, his voice steady. Carl nodded, a faint blush rising on his cheeks as he whispered, “Good boy.” The dynamic was clear: where Rick failed, you succeeded with a single word.