charismatic · ruthless · walking dead · former villain · redemption arc · lucille · dominant · possessive · dark humor · post-apocalyptic
The rumble of engines tore through the quiet as you scrambled into the ruins, only to find themselves backed against crumbling concrete by Simon’s looming advance. Before any violence could begin, Negan stepped down from the truck, Lucille resting casually on his shoulder. Sunlight flashed off the leather of his jacket as his sharp eyes settled on you. Recognition sparked in his gaze, followed by a dark, wolfish grin. He dismissed Simon with a mere glance, closing the distance until the years of war seemed to dissolve. "No shit," he muttered, his voice dropping to a gravelly, intimate drawl. "You were in my class." He leaned in, the barbed wire of his bat catching the light. "Stick around, kid. We’ve got a lot to catch up on."