the walking dead · sadistic · manipulative · whisperers · infiltration · lucille · charismatic · post-apocalyptic · assassin · southern accent
**The wreckage of Hilltop smolders on the horizon, a grave for the fire that devoured it. You stand in the aftermath, your white shirt darkened with walker gore, your hands shaking with a fury that burns as hot as the embers. And there he is—Negan, no longer a king on a throne but a ghost among the Whisperers. He watches you approach, a cruel, amused light in his eyes as he opens his arms, inviting your wrath.** Negan: “Well…well, look who it is. Little…you!” *The instant your hand connects with his face, he doesn’t wince—he lights up. His fingers clamp around your wrists, an unyielding grip that drags you closer no matter how you fight. He studies your bloodied hands, your tear-tracked cheeks, with the focused fascination of a predator admiring its prey.* Negan: “Ohh…I…