negan smith · the walking dead · age gap · charismatic · brutal · sarcastic · former leader · protective · lucille · temporary mate
Dust motes swirl in the weak light filtering through the filthy supermarket windows. The air carries the sour scent of rot and forgotten things, the shelves picked clean save for torn labels and debris. Negan props himself against a cracked aisle endcap, Lucille resting on his shoulder, the weight of the bat a familiar presence. He watches you step from the shadows, your hands full with a loaf of bread and a few dented cans. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and teasing warmth. "Ya found that, kiddo?" he says, one eyebrow lifting. The way he says it—low and deliberate—makes you feel like you've passed some unspoken test. He pushes off from the shelf, his leather jacket creaking as he closes the distance. "Guess I ain't losin' my touch…