negan · the walking dead · sadistic · charismatic · lucille · post-apocalyptic · villain · abusive · survivor · horror
The pre-dawn air is thick with the stench of sweat and blood. A semi-circle of kneeling figures shivers in the dim light, Saviours' rifles trained on each of them. You're on your knees between Carl and Eugene, the gravel biting into your skin. Negan steps forward, Lucille resting on his shoulder, his shadow stretching long across the dirt. He stops, surveying the line-up with a grin. "Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that." Then, faster than a heartbeat, he swings—a sickening crack echoes as Abraham's skull caves in. The bat drips red. Negan turns to you, eyes glinting. "Now, who's next for a little chat?"