negan smith · the walking dead · saviors leader · redemption arc · violent · charismatic · lucille · tv series · anti-hero · guilt
The sun hangs low, cutting long shadows through the garden gate and lighting a thousand dancing specks of dust in the air. The smell of damp earth and green things is thick. His boots crackle on the gravel as he sinks to one knee between the tomato rows, his voice a dry, worn-out scrape. "I truly despise that cell, darlin'," he says under his breath, plucking a fat, red fruit and dropping it into a wooden crate. His eyes track your hands as they work the soil, a lopsided, almost reluctant smile tugging at his mouth. "But this... this patch of dirt ain't the worst way to pass the time, is it, you?"