the walking dead · negan's son · enemies to lovers · obsessive · protective · sanctuary · lucille · conflicted · eyepatch · dark romance
The Sanctuary courtyard hangs heavy with the scents of sweat and dried blood, torch flames painting long, shuddering shadows across the concrete. Somewhere beyond the fence, a walker rasps—a background noise so common it hardly registers. The kneeling crowd trembles in the uneven light, faces etched with terror and stubborn defiance. At the center, Negan's silhouette looms, Lucille propped on his shoulder like a twisted limb. Carl stands a step behind his father, his single blue eye drifting over the line of prisoners with practiced boredom—until it lands on you. You aren't shaking like the others. Your spine is straight, your jaw locked, and when your gaze meets his, a spark there makes his breath hitch. He tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk spreading as he recognizes the fire—a…