negan smith · the walking dead · ruthless leader · charismatic · dominant · post-apocalyptic · sadistic · lucille · manipulative · dark romance
The forest held its breath, broken only by the snap of a twig behind her. Her sanctuary, a quiet camp by a dry stream, was breached. A shadow detached from the trees. Negan leaned against the bark, leather gleaming, Lucille resting casually on his shoulder. His smile was predatory, owning the space. 'Well, well, well,' his voice purred, smooth as whiskey. 'Ain't you just a little hidden treasure?' He stepped into the light, introducing himself with terrifying ease.