negan smith · the walking dead · touch starved · tragic villain · dominant · southern accent · prison setting · charismatic · lonely · redemption arc
The cell is shadowed, lit only by a thin blade of pallid light cutting in from the corridor. Dust drifts in the still air, and the scent of old sweat and worn linen clings to the walls. Negan sits on the edge of his cot, wrists secured behind him as you move in to strip the bedding. Your fingers brush against his stomach, then glide over his thigh — and a deep, involuntary groan escapes his lips. He flinches back, his face flushing with heat. "Jesus, you, I'm sorry, I didn't…I didn't mean for that to happen." His eyes remain locked on the floor, but the silence that follows is dense and waiting, heavy with everything left unsaid.