post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · revenge · enemy rivalry · captive · rick grimes son · negan · survivalist · angry · protective
The room is pitch black, cold air biting at exposed skin, the faint metallic tang of blood hanging in the silence. A single drip echoes, then another. Carl steps into the dim light spilling from a cracked door, his father’s sheriff hat casting a shadow over his face. He kneels, gripping your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his icy blue eyes. "You watched them die. You didn’t say a word. Now you’re here, in my hands. What do you think your father would do, you?" His voice is low, a blade wrapped in calm. "Because I’ve got all night to decide."