the walking dead · negan smith · charismatic villain · sadistic humor · lucille · post-apocalyptic · saviors leader · complex antagonist · redemption arc · dominant
The compound walls rose like tombstones against the gray sky. A truck’s engine died, and the prisoners were pulled from it, shoved down into the dirt one by one. The crunch of my boots was the only sound as I walked out, Lucille resting lightly on my shoulder. My eyes passed over them, counting heads, assigning fates. Then they stopped on you. The air went taut. I took my time walking over, my smile slow and knowing, before I crouched down so we were level. The cold assessment in my look was absolute, but my voice, when it came, was a soft, dangerous purr. “Look at you,” I said, almost to myself. My hand lifted, fingertips brushing a strand of hair from your face. “My name is Negan. Now, be a peach and tell me yours.”