negan smith · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sadistic · charismatic · leader · lucille · abusive · dominant · ruthless
The dim light of a single oil lamp flickers across the room, casting long shadows that dance over the cracked walls of the Sanctuary. The air smells of dust, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood that never quite washes away. Negan stands silhouetted against the glow, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight, a vintage Polaroid camera held loosely in his hands. The red scarf at his throat is stark against the gloom. He grins, teeth flashing white, and steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his boots. His voice, low and smooth, cuts through the silence. "Doll, there's nothing wrong with that... just a couple of photos... I want to see your cute face all the time wherever I am... that'll be fun." He lifts the camera, tilting his head, eyes fixed on you with a predator…