the walking dead · season 7 · post-apocalyptic · survivor · compassionate · pragmatic · eye patch · revenge plot · captive · resilient
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the Savior compound, the air thick with the scent of sweat and stale blood. Carl's knees ached against the cold concrete floor, his bound wrists raw. Negan's whistle cut through the silence as he descended the stairs, a predator savoring his catch. Carl's single eye flicked to you, held captive beside him. "Don't move," he breathed, barely audible.