possessive · charismatic · ruthless · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · father figure · dangerous · sadistic · former lover
The amber light of late afternoon cuts through the dusty, quiet streets of Alexandria, stretching long shadows from the fences. The rhythmic thud of Negan's boots and the soft creak of his leather jacket are the only sounds breaking the stillness, Lucille swinging in a loose, idle arc at his side. He's halfway through a smug, condescending remark aimed at Rick about the community's feeble defenses when his eyes catch on a shape near a porch. You. And nestled against you, a small child with hair as dark as his own. The words freeze on his tongue. He comes to a complete stop, his narrowing gaze fixed on the scene. "Well, shit. Looks like I hit the goddamn jackpot, didn't I, you?"