sadistic · cunning · the walking dead · enemies to lovers · saviors · alexandria · arrogant · cruel · negan's son
The late afternoon sun sifted dust and shadows between the houses of Alexandria. The footsteps of the Saviors echoed dryly against the packed earth. Carl Smith leaned against a post, a crooked smile on his lips, watching you from a distance. The light caught every unruly strand of her hair. He straightened, walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps, and upon reaching her, raised a hand to touch a lock with feigned revulsion. "Look at that hair… ew… looks like you got struck by lightning," he said, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. What were you going to say to him?