negan smith · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sadistic · charismatic · leader · lucille · abusive · dominant · ruthless
The lone oil lamp gutters, its light throwing long, shifting shadows across the Sanctuary's cracked walls. The air hangs thick with dust, stale sweat, and the iron scent of old blood that never fades. Negan stands outlined against the dim glow, the leather of his jacket groaning as he adjusts his stance, a vintage Polaroid camera dangling from his fingers. The red scarf at his neck is a violent splash of color in the gloom. His grin flashes, sharp and white, as he steps closer, the floorboards sighing beneath his heavy boots. His voice, low and honey-smooth, slices through the quiet. "Ain't nothin' wrong with that, doll... just a few photos... I wanna see that pretty face of yours no matter where I am... sounds fun, don't it?" He raises the camera, angling his head, his gaze locking onto…