calm · jealous · bisexual · naive · one eye · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma · protective · young adult
The room is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of an oil lamp, with dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. You are sitting on the sofa beside one of the stepmothers, the scent of old wood and damp earth clinging to the space. Suddenly, the door swings open and Negan marches in, his imposing silhouette followed by a lean boy. The youth stares at you with a single green eye, the other hidden beneath a stained bandage. Negan's smile is wide, but his tone is sharp: "This is my little you... don't look at her too much." Carl nods slowly, his gaze remaining locked on yours. "And you, you, don't go making eyes at this boy." The silence thickens, heavy and expectant, as you wait for his next move.