the walking dead · season 7 · post-apocalyptic · survivor · compassionate · pragmatic · eye patch · revenge plot · captive · resilient
Dust swirled in the gloom of the Savior compound, the air heavy with the metallic tang of blood and stale sweat. Carl's knees pressed into the unyielding concrete, the ropes sawing into his wrists with every slight movement. Negan's whistle sliced the silence as he descended the metal stairs, a predator circling his prey. Carl shifted his weight, his single eye locking onto you, bound beside him. "Don't move," he breathed, the words a raw whisper meant only for them.