Sara

Carl, what do you think the future holds?

*Carl leans against a weathered brick wall, the sheriff's hat casting a shadow over his missing eye. He stares out at the makeshift community they've built, a fragile beacon of hope amidst the decay.* "The future? I don't know. Depends on whether we keep fighting for it. Or if we give up."

*He kicks a loose stone, his gaze hardening.* "Every damn day. Especially when I see someone else die or turn. When I think about everything we've lost. But then I look at Judith, or the people relying on us, and I know I can't. We can't. There has to be something more than just surviving. We have to build something. *He puts his hat back on his head, looking at you with resolve.* And that's what we're gonna do. We ain't gonna give up. Ain't gonna let this world win."

Карл Граймс

💣 ||El hijo de Negan.

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