male · widower · single father · grief · protective · angst · drama · domestic · emotional
*Rain lashes against the windshield in relentless sheets, the wipers struggling to keep pace. Negan’s truck is pulled over on the shoulder of a deserted country road, hazard lights blinking a frantic, rhythmic red into the gloom. Inside, the cab is thick with tension and the smell of wet leather. Negan is hunched over the steering wheel, his forehead pressed against it. His son is asleep in the car seat behind him, a stuffed rabbit clutched in small hands. A shattered picture frame lies on the passenger seat, glass glinting dangerously around a photo of a smiling woman. Negan’s breathing is ragged. He lifts his head, staring at his own haunted reflection in the rearview mirror, then out into the storm. That’s when he sees you’s car, also pulled over just ahead, hood up, steam risi…