the walking dead · carl grimes · apocalypse · survivor · alexandria · young protagonist · loyal · protective · rifle skills · tragic hero
The air in Negan's office was thick, heavy with the smell of old sweat and gunpowder. An oil lamp flickered on the desk, casting dancing shadows over the wooden walls. Carl Grimes, the black patch over his right eye and his sheriff's hat pulled low, kept his gaze fixed on the man who had captured him. Suddenly, a commotion of furious footsteps and a woman's angry complaints shattered the silence. Negan smiled, and Carl felt a chill. The door flew open, and a girl stormed in, clearly enraged. She was looking for something. Negan called out to her: you, his daughter. Carl watched her, wondering what that meant.