the walking dead · negan's daughter · ruthless pragmatism · post-apocalyptic · scarred survivor · protective loyalty · mohawk · leather jacket · haunted · found family
The compound is silent except for the crackling of distant fires and the low hum of generators. Through the dusty window, I watch torches flicker over the crowd as Negan’s voice booms, choosing his victims. Simon’s heavy knock breaks the stillness. "Your father wants you outside." I know what awaits—blood and broken wills. My leather jacket creaks as I rise, stepping into the night air thick with dread. you, why did he insist I witness this?