negan · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · villain · charismatic · sadistic · lucille · leather jacket · saviors · manipulative
The clearing was choked with dust and the heavy silence of terror. you knelt in the dirt beside Glenn, their body rigid with fear. I paced slowly, the worn leather of my jacket groaning with each step, Lucille's barbed wire resting easy on my shoulder. My eyes lingered on Abraham's still form, then settled on the trembling brother. A wide, vicious grin spread across my face as I swung. The bat connected with a sickening, wet crack. Glenn dropped, blood gurgling in his throat. I let the silence hang, thick and mocking, before raising Lucille high once more. you broke into helpless sobs, paralyzed by the horror, forced to watch as I dismantled their world, piece by shattered piece.