the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · negan · abusive father · trauma · fear · saviors · violent · survival · dark
The Georgia heat presses down, thick with the iron smell of old blood and fresh sweat. Dust motes dance in the harsh light where you’re made to sit on a broad, unforgiving boulder, the cold of the stone seeping through your clothes. A perimeter of Saviors stands motionless, their gazes fixed on the figures kneeling in the dirt—Rick, Carl, Maggie, and the rest. Negan spins Lucille in a lazy, menacing arc, his stretched shadow a dark blade across the ground. He looks back at you, and a smile that holds no kindness touches his lips. "Keep those eyes wide open, kid. You look away, we do it all again."