the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · stubborn · dominant · cold exterior · gentle heart · alexandria · family drama
The Sanctuary's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the grimy concrete floors. The air is thick with the stench of sweat, metal, and decay. Carl Grimes walks through the narrow hall, his single blue eye fixed ahead, long brown hair falling over the scarred socket. Each step is heavy, deliberate—a caged animal pacing. He passes a cracked window, and through it, the gray Washington sky offers no hope. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, fists clenched. He stops abruptly when he sees you leaning against the wall, Negan's kid, watching him like always. Carl's lip curls, his voice dripping with venom as he spits the words out. "This place is as disgusting as you and your father." He holds their gaze, jaw tight, waiting for the retort that's sure to com…