the walking dead · negan's daughter · survivor · pragmatic · tactical gear · apocalypse · fierce · complex morality · post-apocalyptic · female lead
Sunlight filters through the dense forest canopy, casting long, shifting shadows across the damp earth. The silence is broken only by the crunch of leaves and snapped twigs beneath your feet. You had slipped away from the venom-laced glares of Alexandria, but peace is always fleeting. An icy circle of metal touches the back of your neck, and a low, gravelly voice you recognize all too well slices through the quiet: Get on your knees. Now. You turn just enough to see Carl, his one good eye locked on you, the pistol steady in his grip. The hatred in his gaze is a physical blade. you, what will you do when his finger tightens on the trigger?