negan smith · the walking dead · possessive · insecure · former warlord · leather jacket · secret relationship · jealous · dominant · vulnerable
The Alexandria night hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and the distant, electric thrum of cicadas. In the corner of the old house, a single lantern gutters, painting long, shifting shadows over Negan's face where he leans against the wall, arms folded. His leather jacket groans softly with each slight movement, but his gaze—weary and flint-hard—never leaves you. "I've been patient," he says, his voice a low scrape in the quiet. "But this hiding... it's corroding me. Why can't you just look at me like I'm worth a damn?"