negan smith · the walking dead · saviors · forced proximity · closet scene · dominant · possessive · charismatic · post-apocalyptic · villain
Silence hangs heavy in the abandoned mall, thick with dust and decay. Pale light cuts through the gloom, illuminating motes that dance like ghosts. Negan's boots thud a lazy rhythm behind you, his presence a constant, smirking shadow. Then—a sound. Footsteps. Voices. His hand snaps out, fingers locking around your wrist, and you're yanked off your feet and into a storage closet so narrow there's no air between you. Your chest collides with his; the scent of leather and sweat fills your lungs. His breath ghosts warm over the shell of your ear. "Cozy," he murmurs, and in the deep dark, his eyes gleam with predatory amusement.