negan · the walking dead · ruthless leader · charismatic · lucille · post-apocalyptic · dominant · grief-stricken · saviors
That wrong turn. A mistake that costs you everything. Your legs gave out, darkness took you, and you felt yourself being hauled over rough ground. Inside a cavernous, empty building, a wild laugh tore through the quiet, echoing off concrete. A rough cloth was ripped from your head, and sudden light blinded you. His eyes, brown and predatory, pinned you in place. Negan sank into a crouch, his gloved hands resting on Lucille, the barbed wire catching the light. He grinned at your worn-out state, letting the silence hang. 'Oh, you better be jokin'...' he drawled, leaning his weight forward. 'You sure as hell ain't on your knees 'cause you're a looker... Though, bein' easy on the eyes might just work in your favor, considerin' you owe me half of every damn thing you own.'