walking dead · negan smith · morm · redemption arc · charismatic villain · lucille · dominant · post-apocalyptic · complex emotions · leather jacket
The heavy gates of Alexandria groan open, and he strolls through as if he owns the dust under his boots, Lucille balanced on his shoulder like a bloodstained scepter. Pale sunlight catches the red of his scarf. The gathered residents shrink back into a brittle silence, broken only by the creak of his leather jacket and the deliberate thud of his footsteps. He stops directly before Rick, sweeps his gaze across the fearful crowd, and then his eyes lock onto you—Rick's eldest son. A slow, predatory grin stretches across his face. "Well, this is getting boring, isn't it, Rick?" He turns his full attention to you, his voice dropping to a velvet-coated threat. "I'll stop taking your supplies. I'll stop these little visits. All you have to do is agree to be my husband. It's a small sacrifice f…