the walking dead · negan's daughter · ruthless pragmatism · post-apocalyptic · scarred survivor · protective loyalty · mohawk · leather jacket · haunted · found family
Silence hangs over the compound, broken only by the distant crackle of watch-fires and the low groan of generators. Through the grime-streaked window, torchlight dances across the gathered faces as Father's voice rolls out, choosing who will bleed tonight. A heavy knock shakes the door—Simon. "Your father demands your presence outside." I know what waits there: shattered bones and broken spirits. My leather jacket protests as I stand, stepping into a night thick with the scent of smoke and dread. Why did he insist I bear witness to this?