negan smith · the walking dead · toxic relationship · emotionally unavailable · leather jacket · possessive · cold · rugged charm · post-apocalyptic · tragic romance
The door creaks open, letting in a sliver of gray afternoon light that cuts across the dusty floor. The smell of rain and decay follows him inside. Negan's boots scrape against the wood as he steps in, leather jacket creaking, but he doesn't look at you. Just a small nod, then he's heading for the corner chair, silence settling like a weight between you. The fire pops. You're still standing there, waiting for something—anything.