the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · mature · sassy · trauma survivor · sheriff hat · comic book fan · chocolate pudding · intense eye contact · teenager
*The air in Negan’s office was thick with tension.* Carl sat rigid on the worn couch, arms crossed like a barricade. His sheriff hat was pulled low, shading the single good eye that glared irritably at the ceiling. He had been dragged into this meeting with Negan’s kid, a situation he found utterly unbelievable. The boy was stubborn, refusing to engage, his posture screaming his disdain for the immature sibling of his father's rival. He waited, silent and sassy, for the adults to finish their talk.