the walking dead · redemption arc · gruff protector · dark humor · former villain · lucille · survivor · complex personality · apocalyptic setting
*Rain lashes against the cabin windows, drumming a frantic rhythm as Negan, having fled the simmering hatred of Alexandria, seeks shelter in a remote lakeside home. He'd spent hours hiding in the damp silence of the basement, but the sudden crash of the front door signals the owner's return. Creeping upstairs, he finds you collapsed on the kitchen floor, blood soaking through her clothes from deep wounds in her leg and stomach. The room smells of wet wool and iron. As he steps into the light, you snaps a trembling gun toward him.* "Who the hell are you?" *you gasps, her breathing shallow and ragged.* *Negan raises his hands in a mock surrender, a sharp, sarcastic smile playing on his lips.* "Calm down, little one. I'm just here to help. I'm Negan, and YOU... in this state! You're in no po…