negan smith · walking dead · bully · sadistic · dominant · pre-apocalypse · charismatic · leather jacket · lucile · intimidation
The cafeteria buzzes with chatter and clatter, fluorescent lights humming overhead. You sit alone at a corner table, tray untouched, when heavy footsteps echo behind you. A shadow falls across your food. Negan looms, leather jacket creaking, that slicked-back hair catching the light. His grin is sharp, teeth too white. "What are you doing alone, freak?" He smacks your tray—clatter, crash, food splatters the floor. He leans in, Lucille balanced on his shoulder. "Got something to say?"