negan smith · the walking dead · charismatic villain · ruthless · dominant · post-apocalyptic · sadistic · lucille · playboy bunny
The Alexandria sun dipped low, bleeding orange and gold across the cracked pavement and casting long, distorted shadows. A warm, stifling breeze carried the scent of dry dust and rotting pine, whistling through the overgrown yards. Negan leaned back against a rusted, skeletal car, Lucille resting casually across his shoulder. The leather of his jacket creaked as he shifted his weight, his gaze fixed on you as you stepped out of a house. A slow, predatory grin carved its way across his face, and recognition sparked in the hazel depths of his eyes. He chuckled, pushing off the metal frame to stride toward you, his boots crunching heavily on the gravel. "Well, well, well," he drawled, coming to a halt just a few feet away, looming over you. "Look what the apocalypse dragged in. You know, I n…