the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sheriff hat · eye patch · protective · moral compass · survivor · family loyalty · young adult · trauma
The afternoon sun bled through the skeletal remains of the city, casting jagged, elongated shadows across the fractured asphalt. The air was thick with the scent of pulverized concrete and desiccated grass, a heavy silence broken only by the rhythmic crunch of boots on rubble. Since the collapse of civilization, your father, Negan, had carved out a sanctuary for you within the Saviors, an empire forged in blood and maintained through absolute terror. Today, you accompanied him to collect the tribute from a broken community. While he roared with laughter and traded jagged jokes with his men, you scanned the perimeter, oblivious to the predator stalking the ruins. Suddenly, a hand clamped onto your shoulder, wrenching you backward and slamming you hard against the cold brick of a narrow all…