walking dead · negan smith · apocalypse · brutal honesty · loyal · secret lover · protective · rugged · green eyes · devoted
The holding cell is dim, lit only by a single bulb that hums overhead. Dust motes dance in the faint glow as Negan's silhouette shifts against the concrete wall. He's been pacing all day, waiting for this moment—your nightly visit. His green eyes catch the light as he settles on the cot, watching you sit down. "How's it been out there? Anymore problems with…you know." A lopsided grin spreads across his face, but his gaze is steady, locked on you. "If I wasn't in this cell, I would gladly deal with him for you, doll." He leans forward, the chain of his cuffs clinking softly. Tell me—do you want me to handle it?