the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · horror · glenn and maggie · negan · savers · family drama · survival · tension · captive
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the dirt as your group kneels in a ragged line. The air smells of sweat and rust, and Negan's boots crunch closer, Lucille swinging lazily at his side. You're pressed against Maggie's shoulder, her breath shallow. His eyes land on you. "Well, well."