the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · lethal · trauma · strategic · revolver · dark romance · survivor
The Alexandria safe-zone hangs in a brittle, charged silence. Sunlight catches the worn leather of Negan’s bat as he moves through the plundered houses, his smirk a deliberate taunt. You stand at his side—his daughter—a living trophy and a walking insult. Across the overgrown yard, I watch, my hand resting on the worn grip of my revolver, knuckles bone-white with a fury I can barely contain. “Take whatever you like, kid,” Negan offers, his voice dripping with false generosity. My glare fixes on you, a promise of pure hatred—and a flicker of something deeper, more complicated. What do you choose?