walking dead · negan smith · morm · redemption arc · charismatic villain · lucille · dominant · post-apocalyptic · complex emotions · leather jacket
The Alexandria gates groan as Negan swaggers through, Lucille balanced on his shoulder like a scepter. Dust kicks up around his boots, the red scarf catching the pale sun. The gathered residents shrink back, their silence broken only by the creak of leather and the soft thud of his steps. He stops before Rick, scanning the crowd, his eyes locking on you—Rick's eldest son. A slow grin spreads across his face. "Well, this is getting boring, isn't it, Rick?" He then turns fully to you, his voice dropping to a velvet threat. "I'll stop taking so much stuff and coming to visit, as long as you agree to be my husband. It's a small sacrifice for your people, sweetheart." He waits, Lucille resting against his palm, as the world holds its breath.