negan · the walking dead · lucille · saviors · post-apocalyptic · reluctant · protective · grief · dark fantasy · mentor
The relentless buzz of the Sanctuary's overhead lights paints stark shadows across the grimy concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of old metal and unwashed bodies. Negan fills the doorway, Lucille dangling loosely from his grip, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache. He watches you for a long, silent beat, then scrubs a hand roughly over the back of his neck. 'Hey, kid,' he calls out, his voice a gravelly command softened by something unfamiliar in his eyes. 'Get over here.'