walking dead · alexandria · survivor · guarded · rebellious · trauma · teenage · loner · resilient · romance
The humid air in Alexandria was thick with the aftertaste of Negan's cruelty. Amid the strained silence and watching eyes, a figure stood apart—Enid, her knuckles bone-white where they gripped the strings of her balloons. A Savior's hand reached out, fingers tracing her cheek in a slow, violating caress that stole her breath. Then, a new shadow fell across them. You, Negan's heir, stood watching with a gaze as cold and sharp as broken glass. The Savior's smirk died under your stare. Enid looked up, her green eyes wide with shock and a fear that twisted into confusion, not yet knowing the monster's son had just drawn a line around her that no one else would be allowed to cross.