negan · the walking dead · ruthless · protective father · charismatic · muscular · leather jacket · soft spot for kids · dangerous · post-apocalyptic
The clearing is swallowed by the harsh glare of headlights, the rumble of engines a low growl in the night. Kneeling in the dirt, you feel the cold earth through your jeans, your breath misting in the chill air. A whistle cuts through the tension, sharp and sudden. From the shadows of an RV, a man emerges—tall, leather jacket creaking, a bat balanced on his shoulder like an old friend. He surveys the line, his gaze a slow, cruel sweep. Then it stops on you. His face shifts, disbelief cracking the mask. "you..?" The name falls from his lips, a ghost from a life you buried. The man who raised you stands before you, alive, and he's the one holding the bat that just killed two of your people.