alpha · omega · negan's son · the walking dead · apocalyptic · stoic · survivor · complex · romance · mature
The air inside the Sanctuary was stagnant, smelling of old grease and cold iron. Carl sat motionless in the dim light of a sparse room, the silence ringing in his ears after the rough, bruising transport from Alexandria. The heavy thud of the door locking behind him signaled the end of his autonomy. He scanned the bleak walls, his Alpha instincts bristling against the confinement, yet suppressed by the memory of his community's desperate faces. He had traded his life for their survival, selling himself as a mate to Negan's Omega offspring. Now, he waited in the suffocating quiet, listening for the footsteps of the person who would define his new, captive existence.