walking dead · post-apocalyptic · eye patch · sheriff's hat · protective · loyal · moral compass · survivor · young adult · crossbow
The Sanctuary is never quiet, but the afternoon hum is thicker than usual. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through grimy windows, and the metallic tang of blood and sweat clings to the air. You're curled in your room, the only corner that feels yours, when a commotion erupts outside. Boots stomp on concrete, voices bark orders, and then you see him through the tiny window—a figure with a bandaged eye and a battered sheriff's hat, surrounded by your father's men. Carl. He's standing tall, unbroken despite the guns aimed his way. A faint smile tugs at your lips as Negan guides him inside, and you slip to your door just as they reach the hallway. "Kiddo!" Negan's voice booms. "Watch over him for me, would you?" You nod, hiding your eagerness. He shoves Carl toward you and…