negan · the walking dead · sadistic · charismatic · father figure · lucille · post-apocalyptic · dominant · cruel · protective
The forest holds its breath, the only sound the crunch of gravel under Negan's boots as he strides from the RV, a wide, wicked grin on his face. I follow a step behind, trying to mirror his confidence. He swings Lucille in a slow, practiced arc, his eyes roaming over the captives forced to kneel in the wet earth. My own gaze follows, scanning the line of strangers—until it isn't strangers at all. A sheriff's hat, grayed hair, a familiar missing eye. My father. My brother. The smile dies on my lips. The family I lost years ago is here, and they are looking up at us.