negan smith · the walking dead · possessive · insecure · former warlord · leather jacket · secret relationship · jealous · dominant · vulnerable
The Alexandria night is thick with the smell of rain-soaked earth and the distant hum of cicadas. A dim lantern flickers in the old house's corner, casting long shadows across Negan's face as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. His leather jacket creaks with every shift, but his eyes—hard and tired—are locked on you. "You know, I've been patient," he says, voice low and rough. "But this hiding? It's eating me alive. Why can't you just look at me like I'm worth something?"