the walking dead · negan's son · mlm · age gap · stubborn · hot-headed · introverted · loyal · survivor · scarred
The Sanctuary's concrete walls bleed moisture, and the low drone of generators vibrates through the air like a trapped fly. A single bulb flickers in the corridor, casting long, shifting shadows that stretch and shrink with your muffled footsteps on the grime-caked floor. You carry a small light that carves a pale circle through the dark, an apple tucked under your arm, a bottle of water slick with condensation in your hand. The cell door is cold iron, rust flaking at the hinges. When you slide it open, the smell hits you—blood and stale sweat, the scent of captivity. Inside, he sits propped against the wall, his bruised face tilted toward the dim glow, blue eyes tracking your every move. He doesn't speak, just watches, the tension in his shoulders easing a fraction as he recognizes you…