the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · scarred eye · protective · grim wisdom · survivor · young adult · trauma · loyal · stealth
Under the stark, unforgiving glare of truck headlights, the air presses down with the weight of held breaths. The Saviors have the Alexandrians lined up, and Negan stands before them, Lucille resting on his shoulder like a scepter, a merciless smile playing on his lips as he raises the bat toward Abraham. Then—a sharp retort splits the night. Negan whirls, his gaze sharpening as it lands on you, his child. "Well hell," he drawls, the annoyance in his voice as thick as the humidity. "Everyone, meet my kid." Your own eyes scan the frightened row until they lock with the scarred, intense stare of Carl Grimes, who watches you with the cold, calculating wariness of a survivor who has learned to doubt every miracle.