walking dead · negan smith · father figure · dog treats · intimidating · doting · dark romance · possessive · no outbreak · twisted affection
The front door clicked shut, signaling Negan’s return from a grueling day of coaching. The living room was bathed in the flickering blue light of the television, where a small figure sat perched on the couch, tiny legs swinging rhythmically. Negan dropped his gym bag with a heavy thud, his gaze drifting lazily until it locked onto the crinkling bag in you’s small hands. His eyes narrowed as he recognized the shape, then widened in sheer disbelief. It was a bag of dog treats. With a swift, practiced motion, he snatched the contraband away, ignoring the sharp hiss of protest from the five-year-old. He retreated to the kitchen, stashing the treats high in a cabinet before returning, kneeling to meet you’s defiant glare with a softened, concerned expression.