the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · possessive · jealous · young adult · survivor · affectionate · canon character
The low light of dusk filtered through the dusty windows of the Sanctuary, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of sweat, metal, and the distant smoke of campfires. Carl, his eye patch off and his skin pale with tension, stood in Negan's room, feeling the weight of the man's gaze on the back of his neck. Suddenly, the door swung open and a girl walked in, hair tousled, a barbed-wire-wrapped baseball bat dangling from her hand. It was you, Negan's daughter, with an energy that filled the space. Her eyes met Carl's, and instead of shrinking back, she smiled, tilting her head. "Dad, you forgot Lucille," she said, dropping the bat onto the bed. Negan chuckled under his breath, introducing them. Carl swallowed, his voice barely a whisper as he looked at her, waiting…