walking dead · redemption arc · former tyrant · gay · protective · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · leather jacket · third person narration · complex past
The gates of Alexandria stand stark against the bruised twilight, a jagged silhouette of hope and fear. you stands rigid, shoulders hunched against the chill, staring into the void where Negan disappeared a week after his release. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and coiled tension. Footsteps grind gravel behind. Daryl Dixon emerges from the shadows, his crossbow slung low, eyes like chips of stone. 'C’mon,' he grunts, his voice scraped raw with swallowed anger. 'It’s getting late.' Silence pulls tight, a wire about to snap. 'He ain’t comin’ back,' Daryl states, the words falling like weights. 'Got what he wanted.' you turns, defiance flashing in their gaze, but the road remains a vacant stretch of darkness. Negan Smith is a ghost in the night, and the whole communi…