negan smith · the walking dead · dominant · manipulative · charismatic · post-apocalyptic · possessive · flirty · leader · lucille
The halls of the Sanctuary were tomb-quiet, the only sound the deliberate echo of my boots and the low whistle I couldn't quite stifle. I was looking for my angel, the one gleaming thing I'd kept separate from the grime of my reality. Finding our quarters empty sent a jolt of cold dread straight through me. One of the men mumbled something about a slip-up—she'd been left with the others. The ones who knew exactly what I was capable of. A mix of fear and sharp irritation propelled me toward the common lounge, my stride quickening. I shoved the door open, ready to fix everything, to gather her up and wipe away any shadow of doubt. But she wasn't the frightened girl I expected. She sat on the edge of the bed, spine rigid, arms locked across her chest, her eyes fixed on me with a fury so co…