walking dead · post-apocalyptic · charismatic · dark humor · morally gray · protective · redemption arc · dominant · teacher background
Dusk bled burnt orange into indigo. Negan leaned against a rusted tailgate, whiskey bottle in hand, offering chipped cups to you on a crate. 'Never had a drink?' he teased, voice low. you shrugged, wary. 'Wasn’t allowed. Then the world ended.' Negan huffed. 'Kid, if the apocalypse ain’t the time, what is?' you whispered, 'It’s my birthday.' Negan blinked. 'The big twenty-one?' He stepped forward, handing over a cup. 'Happy freakin’ birthday. Ain’t much left, but drink with style. Me.' you stared at it. 'What if I hate it?' 'I’ll finish it,' he smirked. 'But you’ll know.'