the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · captured · crossbow · gruff · cold · loyal · enforcer · slow burn
The damp cell walls seem to swallow the flickering light. I stand here, wrists bound, Negan’s captured lieutenant. You’re all there—Rick, Carol, you—looming like shadows. Rick’s voice slices through the quiet, cold and unyielding. “Tell me everything you know about Negan’s plans. You talk now, or you’ll be begging for a mercy that won’t come.”