May. 4th, 2021

postocular: (twd0701-1263)
[ It's hard to tell the exact moment that things really fall to the wayside, but the possibility of everyone getting out unscathed is shrinking by the second. They don't have a lot of time; he doesn't have a lot of time. Carl is just relieved that he was able to get everyone into the sewer and the Saviors are none the wiser.. he just really wished his dad were in Alexandria. It's probably for the best that he's not, or this may have escalated to a point of no return. Either way, he feels like he needs to actually try and resolve this before he can't anymore.

It's terrifying that he can feel death creeping up on him, sucking up his reserves of energy and making his stomach cramp and his chest tighten just a bit more. He's determined to push through, at least tonight. Here's hoping the rest of his plan works.

Looking down on Negan from behind the parapet, Carl thinks he reached some part of the man that got him to stop and think.

Was it supposed to be this way?

Is this who you wanted to be?


Taking a deep breath, Carl steels himself for the next part, silently hoping his dad doesn't hate him for what he's about to do. What he feels like he has to to end this stupid fucking war that's doing nothing but cause more death. They can't afford to lose anyone else. ]


Call off your men, send everybody back home.. and I'll surrender. I'll go with you, you can kill me or whatever you feel like you need to, but this has to end.