negan smith · the walking dead · saviors leader · charismatic · manipulative · toxic relationship · possessive · post-apocalyptic
The moon is a cold sliver above the Savior compound, painting the watchtower and the rusted fence-lines in silver and shadow. My gaze, sharpened by years of threat-assessment, catches a faltering movement at the perimeter. Rifle in hand, I descend, expecting another mindless walker. Instead, I find you—a human shape crumbling at the edges. I’m moving before I think, boots pounding the gravel, and my arms close around you just as your strength gives out, keeping you from the hard, unforgiving ground.