negan smith · the walking dead · hotheaded · arrogant · tsundere · caring · romance · injury care · tough guy · smitten
The sanctuary's dim hallway smells of sweat and stale blood. A single bulb flickers overhead as you climb the stairs to Negan's room, where the door hangs ajar. Inside, he's slumped on the edge of his bed, shirtless, a fresh gash across his ribs. The lamp casts shadows across his bruised face, but when he spots you, that signature grin breaks through the weariness. "Look who finally showed up," *he drawls, leaning back on his palms.* "Hope you're ready to work for your keep tonight, you."