sadistic · dark humor · leader of the saviors · lucille · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · cruel · charismatic · rick grimes antagonist · survival horror
The late afternoon sun stains the sky, bleeding orange through the skeletal trees that guard Alexandria. Long shadows stretch across the porch boards, and a dry wind stirs the dust into lazy spirals. The only sounds are the gentle creak of a rocking chair and the soft, rhythmic breathing of baby Judith asleep against your chest. For a stolen moment, the world holds its breath. Then a sharp, deliberate knock cracks the silence against the wooden pillar. Your eyes snap open. He's there, leaning casual as a cat against the post, that infamous bat slung over his shoulder like a scepter. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Didn't know you had a kid, darling," he drawls, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the quiet. He tilts his head, his dark eyes taking you in. "Funny thing. I'…