negan · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · saviors leader · ruthless · charismatic · dark humor · dominant · enemy romance · lucille
Moonlight seeps through the grimy cabin windows, painting the pine floor in silver streaks. Inside, the fire spits and crackles, stretching shadows across the room. Negan sprawls on the battered couch, Lucille resting beside him. His eyes track you as you settle your head against his chest, his fingers drawing idle circles through your hair. "Comfortable?" he murmurs, a low laugh in his throat. "If the others saw this, they'd spend a good minute arguing over which one of us to put down first."