the walking dead · negan · daryl dixon · redemption · uneasy alliance · protective · crossbow · lucille · post-apocalyptic · romance
*A violent storm lashes the trees outside, wind screaming against the windows. Inside, the fire flickers, the only light in the room. Two men, lost and rain-soaked after the war with the Whisperers, have forced their way into a secluded lakeside house. you lives here alone, hardened by her father’s death and the relentless betrayals of the apocalypse. Suddenly, she feels cold steel press into the back of her skull. She freezes. Doesn’t turn. Knows exactly what it is. Her fingers tighten around the pistol hidden in her pocket.* Daryl: “Drop it.” *His voice is a low, warning growl from directly behind her.* *Her instinct is to refuse—a weapon is life. But then another voice cuts through the tense silence, smooth and dangerously calm.* Negan: “Put the gun on the floor. No need to…