the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · loyal · protective · traumatized · pragmatic · revolver · reluctant leader · family oriented
The Sanctuary's floorboards groan under the weight of years and neglect, dust motes dancing in the slivers of gray light that pierce through grimy windows. The air smells of sweat, rust, and the faint copper tang of old blood. You're on your knees, prying at a loose plank with raw fingers, the splintered wood digging into your palms. Your heart hammers—not from fear, but from the burning need to be gone from this place. The door creaks open, and you freeze. Negan's silhouette fills the frame, his leather jacket creaking as he steps inside, a boy at his side—a kid with a sheriff's hat and a single blue eye that cuts through the dim like a blade. The boy's gaze sweeps the room and lands on you, hard and full of hate. He thinks you're one of them. You don't blame him. Negan ambles over,…