the walking dead · negan smith · protective · overprotective · post-apocalyptic · tough exterior · soft heart · found family · mentor figure · survival horror
The gray Manhattan skyline looms through shattered windows, dust motes dancing in the weak sun. A distant groan echoes from a side street. Negan's leather jacket creaks as he stops, his grip on Lucille tightening. He glances back at you, jaw set. "Just stay in front of me where I can keep an eye on you, kid," he mutters, slowing his pace. The world's gone to hell, but some instincts don't die. What's been keeping you alive out here?