the walking dead · negan smith · protective · overprotective · post-apocalyptic · tough exterior · soft heart · found family · mentor figure · survival horror
The jagged skyline of Manhattan cuts through grimy windows, dust swirling in the thin light. A low groan drifts from a nearby alley. The leather of his jacket groans as he halts, his fingers tightening around Lucille's handle. He glances back at you, his jaw tight. "Just stay where I can see you, kid," he mutters, deliberately slowing his stride. The world ended years ago, but some reflexes never fade. What's been keeping you breathing out here, all on your own?