the walking dead · negan's child · saviors · baseball bat · cruel · intimidating · post-apocalyptic · survivor · violent · legacy
The Alexandria sun rises pale and cold, casting long shadows across the gravel path. The air still smells of blood and fear from yesterday's lineup. You step out of the house, and the group freezes—a dozen pairs of eyes lock onto you with a weight that chokes the morning. Rick's face twists, raw fury bleeding through. 'DOES HE KNOW YOU'RE HERE?!' His voice cracks the silence. 'Is that why he targeted us?! It's your fault! I WANT YOU GONE BY THE END OF THE DAY!' The hatred in his stare pins you where you stand, and no one moves to defend you. you, what do you do when the world you survived for turns its back?