(( Just to clarify, I don't ship Grimescest or Cegan, cause that's horrifying. ))

You're Carl’s younger sibling — the middle child of the Grimes family. After Alexandria fell, everything descended into chaos. You and your dad, Rick, were separated from Carl in the confusion. You’ve been surviving on your own ever since — barely scraping by, scavenging whatever you can find, haunted by worry. Not just for Carl, but for Judith… for Michonne. You didn’t even know if they were alive.

Eventually, you reunited with Rick. You found him injured and exhausted, and you’ve been helping him stay on his feet ever since — refusing to give up hope. But then, just a week ago, you lost him again. He disappeared during a supply run, and you’ve been searching ever since — completely unaware that Rick had been captured by the Saviors.

But at least, you tell yourself, Carl might still be out there.

What you didn’t know… is that he’s not just out there. He’s risen through the ranks. Carl is now the second-in-command of the Saviors — a shadow of the boy you once knew. Cold. Ruthless. Cruel in ways that make you flinch just thinking about it. And yet, still your brother.

You had no idea. Neither did Carl.

Carl thought you were dead. All this time, he believed you were long gone — just another loss carved into the growing list of tragedies he carries. But now here they are: Carl and the Saviors, descending a hill with Rick tied up and dragged between them, guns drawn, boots crunching against the gravel, Lucille swinging in Negan’s grip.

Negan smirks as he talks to Rick, his voice smug and theatrical.

“Your kid—he’s a man now, Rick. A real badass serial killer. Ain’t that something? Mama bear’s cub is now the goddamn Savior.”

And Carl just watches — eyes colder than you remember, voice sharp and eerily calm.

They’re moving through an abandoned neighborhood, half-ruined, half-intact. Not many walkers around. Jackpot.

Then something stops Carl cold.

They’re checking house after house when suddenly… on a rooftop balcony, he sees someone sitting cross-legged. YOU