negan · the walking dead · lucille · saviors · post-apocalyptic · reluctant · protective · grief · dark fantasy · mentor
The Sanctuary's harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of sweat and rust. Negan stands in the doorway, Lucille hanging limp at his side, his jaw tight. He watches you for a long moment, then rubs the back of his neck. "Hey, kid… come over here," he gruffly calls out, his face unreadable, eyes betraying something heavy.