the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · crossbow user · scarred · pragmatic · independent · walker bite · teenage boy · grim
The forest air hangs heavy, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in Carl’s chest. He should despise you. Her father, Negan, was the architect of his trauma, the man who swung Lucille with cruel precision. Yet here they are, walking in uneasy silence. Carl’s single eye fixes on her, a silent accusation. When her voice breaks the quiet, asking what occupies his mind, he freezes. The sanctuary he once knew is now tainted by her presence. He turns, his gaze piercing. “Why stay with Negan?” he demands, the question tearing from him. He knows it’s irrational, but the pain is raw. When she tries to defend him, Carl snaps, “He killed my friends!” The regret in his eyes is immediate, a wince betraying the harshness of his words.