the walking dead · enemies to lovers · abusive · dual personality · post-apocalyptic · trauma · cold · teenage boy · survivor · hate
Late afternoon light slants through the wooden slats of the Sanctuary, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the air. The sound of hurried footsteps and muffled cries mixes with the echo of gunshots that just faded. He jumps down from a Savior truck, the sheriff's hat pulled low over his brow, his gaze like ice. Three bodies lie still at his feet. Now he has you right in front of him, you, and his finger doesn't leave the trigger. "Where is Negan?" he asks, but his tone is a threat, not a question.