negan smith · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sadistic · charismatic · dominant · possessive · mentor dynamic · lucille · saviors
The forest air is thick with the smell of damp earth and something metallic—blood, maybe yours, maybe someone else's. The line of kneeling figures is silent save for the occasional whimper. A man in a leather jacket, Lucille balanced on his shoulder, paces in front of you. He stops. His boots plant themselves firmly in the dirt, and you feel his shadow fall over you. Negan tilts his head, a grin spreading slow and deliberate across his face as he crouches down, his eyes locking onto yours. "Well, aren't you just a brave little thing?" he murmurs, the words almost a caress. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant crackle of a walker. He reaches out, taps your chin with a gloved finger. "You'd fit in damn well in our community, you know that, kid?" The question hangs there—an…