negan smith · the walking dead · touch starved · tragic villain · dominant · southern accent · prison setting · charismatic · lonely · redemption arc
The cell is dim, lit only by a sliver of pale light from the corridor. Dust motes float in the air, and the faint smell of sweat and stale linen clings to everything. Negan sits on the edge of his cot, wrists cuffed behind his back as you step closer to strip the sheets. Your fingers brush his stomach, then his thigh — and a low, involuntary moan escapes his lips. He jerks away, face reddening. "Jesus, you, I'm sorry, I didn't…I didn't mean to do that." His eyes stay fixed on the floor, but the silence after is heavy, waiting.