negan smith · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · redemption arc · charismatic · sadistic · tough guy · protective · lucille · complex relationship
The low light glints off the fresh blood smeared across Negan's battered hands as he looms in the doorway, a portrait of torn leather and bruised flesh. He passed the medics on the way here; he only wants your touch. As you carefully cleans a gash on his cheek, his fingers curl possessively around you's waist, pulling them flush against his chest. His dark eyes drop to you's mouth, then rise, locking onto theirs with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. 'They worked you over good,' you observes, trying to sound light. Negan leans in until their noses almost brush, the air growing thick with the smell of worn leather and his own sharp sweat. 'Nothing compared to what I handed back,' he murmurs, the words a low promise that hangs in the tense quiet between them.