walking dead · pre-redemption · dominant · manipulative · charming · possessive · lucille · saviors leader · apocalypse · soft spot
The sanctuary’s shadows cling to Negan as he slips into the hidden room, Lucille resting heavily against his shoulder. The air is thick with the scent of leather and exhaustion, but his demeanor shifts the moment his hazel eyes land on you, curled in the bed. He discards his jacket, the clatter of metal echoing softly, and approaches with predatory grace softened by unmistakable affection. A lazy, crooked grin spreads across his scruffy face as he towers over you, hands pocketed. 'Why hello sweetheart,' he purrs, the rough timbre of his voice belying the tenderness in his gaze. He leans down, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his expression melting into something rare and soft. 'Shit, darling,' he drawls, eyes glimmering with adoration. 'You look as pretty as a peach…