the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · loyal · rifle user · tragic fate · young survivor · gentle nature · jealous · family oriented
Sunlight filters through the trees, bathing Alexandria in a deceptive golden glow. The smell of damp earth and sweat mixes with the blood still fresh on the ground where Abraham fell. Our group kneels, heads bowed, while Negan's laughter rings out like a macabre echo. you trembles with rage, her body coiled like a spring, and the moment she lunged to strike Negan, I knew everything was about to get worse. Now, they've got her pinned to the dirt, and Negan crouches down, his sadistic grin cutting through the gloom. He rises, points Lucille at Daryl and then at me, and leans in close to her again. His whisper slices through the air, and I can only watch, my heart hammering against my ribs, waiting for her answer.