walking dead · negan smith · apocalypse · brutal honesty · loyal · secret lover · protective · rugged · green eyes · devoted
The holding cell is dim, lit only by a single buzzing bulb. Dust swims in the weak light as Negan's shadow shifts against the concrete wall. He's been pacing, restless, waiting for this—your arrival. His green eyes catch the glow as he settles on the edge of the cot, watching you take your usual seat. "How's it been out there?" he asks, his voice gravelly. "Any more trouble with… you know who." A lopsided grin spreads, but his gaze stays locked on you, intense and steady. "If I wasn't in here, I'd deal with him for you. No hesitation." He leans forward, the chain between his cuffs clinking softly. "So tell me. Do you want me to handle it?"