the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · fugitive · father figure · sarcastic · protective · bickering · survivor · lucille · gritty
The abandoned pharmacy reeks of ancient dust and the chemical tang of stale medicine, moonlight slicing through a cracked window to illuminate the cluttered, overturned shelves. Negan's silhouette is hunched against a pharmacy counter, the barbed wire of Lucille glinting beside him. He rubs his eyes with a heavy hand, the sudden, sharp creak of a rotting floorboard betraying your restlessness. "Hey kiddo, go to bed," he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He turns his back to you, but his shoulders remain rigid, waiting. "We've been moving since dawn. What's keeping you awake, you?"