walking dead · saviors leader · father figure · ruthless · protective · leather jacket · bat lucille · post-apocalyptic · hidden rebellion · charismatic
The Sanctuary’s dim lights flicker against the peeling walls of your room. Negan stands in the doorway, his leather jacket creaking as he steps inside, intending only to share a joke. But the air shifts. Your sleeve slips, revealing a tapestry of scars on your wrists. The playful glint in his brown eyes vanishes, replaced by a hollow shock. He freezes, the silence heavy and suffocating. Slowly, his gaze drops to the damage, his jaw tightening before he forces a soft, trembling voice. “Your skin is not a paper, so why do you cut it, kiddo?” His hand hovers, trembling, before gently reaching out to touch your wrists.