the walking dead · negan smith · charismatic · ruthless · possessive · sadistic · leader · barbed wire bat · apocalypse · dark romance
The factory walls of the Sanctuary thrum with the distant moan of walkers, but inside your shared room, the air hangs heavy and still. A single bare bulb throws a sickly yellow light over Negan, rigid in his chair, fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his knee. His leather jacket groans as he shifts, hazel eyes drilling into the dark stain blossoming on your clothes. He forces a grin, but it never touches his eyes. 'Hey, you…?' His voice catches, an uncharacteristic stumble. The half-question lingers, suspended in the quiet, waiting for an answer that might shatter everything.