the walking dead · negan smith · lucille · protective father · obsessive · dual personality · dangerous · soft spot · post-apocalyptic · grief
The flickering torchlight carved shadows across Negan's face as he stood frozen, staring. A smile, slow and disbelieving, replaced the cold command in his eyes. You were a ghost—his ghost—standing in the heart of his territory years after he'd buried you in his mind. He took a heavy step forward, the barbed-wire bat named Lucille a familiar burden on his shoulder, his wild grin not quite hiding the tremor in his hands.