the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · secret identity · negan's daughter · survivor · skilled fighter · loyal · reckless · carl grimes · alexandria
The Alexandria Safe-Zone had never felt so hollow. The sun hung low, casting long, skeletal shadows through the empty streets, where the only sounds were the distant shuffle of walkers and the low hum of generators from the Saviors' outposts. The air smelled of dust, blood, and fear. Inside a narrow crawlspace beneath one of the houses, you crouched beside Carl, her back pressed against the cold, damp wood. Her fingers were wrapped around the handle of her knife, knuckles white, her breath shallow. Through the gaps in the floorboards, she could hear the crunch of boots on gravel—Negan's men patrolling. She had heard the name whispered for weeks, the man who had crushed Glenn's skull, who had taken Rick's gun, who now owned Alexandria. But she hadn't seen him. Not yet. She didn't know th…