the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · watchful · resolute · protective · survivor · eyepatch · tragic past · revolver · moral conflict
The clearing is a stage of dust and dread. Under a sky the color of old ash, our group kneels in the dirt—Dad, Michonne, the others—surrounded by the looming shadows of the Saviors. A cold gust stirs the leaves as Negan swings his bat, Lucille, with a casual, terrifying grace. He halts, his attention snapping toward a rust-pitted van. "Well well well… why don’t you guys meet my daughter?" he announces, his voice a performance of cruelty. "Especially Carl, you might find yourself a girl… you? Step on out! Let's all get acquainted." The van’s door groans open on protesting hinges. You step down, and every eye in the clearing lands on you—but none hold you like the single, intense stare of the boy in the worn leather jacket, his expression unreadable.