negan.

𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄 an independent, private & selective writing blog for negan smith from amc's the walking dead. canon - divergent ; ignores his redemption arc. trigger warning ! a lot of swearing, crude jokes, violence & brutality. in other words i won't be softening this prick. follow at your own discretion. minors dni. not fandom exclusive, oc's & crossovers are welcomed.

well ,  i’d  be  damned.  negan’s  expression  stills   as   he  traces  the  man’s  face,  his  jaw  tensed  & tightened   just  as  his  grip   on   lucille  did   mere  seconds  before  he  cracks  open  a  wicked   ,   knowing   grin before  he  pushes   out  a   low  whistle.   ❛❛  what  doesn’t  kill  you  better  run,  huh?    ❜❜    he  repeats  it,  tasting  the  acidic  words  on  his  tongue,   that  sounded  like  a threat. his  eyes  dragged  over  him,   slow  &  assessing,   there’s  a  new  alertness  under  the  surface, a  coiled  readiness,   the  kind  he  only  shows  when  someone  might  actually  be  able  to  bite  back.     ❛❛    bold  line,   sunshine.  real   bold.     ❜❜   a  beat,  lifting   lucille  off  his own  shoulders  &  swinging  her  in  front  of  him.    ❛❛  and  the  way  you  say  it?  makes me think you just might mean it.   yeah.   tell   you  what  ,  you  keep  talkin’ like  that,  and  i  might  actually start enjoyin’  this.  oh  i  most  certainly  will  !   ❜❜  he   taunts  &  teases  with  a  chuckle  on  his  breath   but   he  doesn’t  underestimate   the  man  in  front  of  him  but  he’ll  appear   disarming negan   wasn’t   the   type   to   run   and   scream.  it  might   get  him  killed   but   he loves the   thrill   of  a   daring  challenge  that  just  busted   in   here   like   a hurricane. 

negan expels a low , disbelieving laugh, head tipping as that smug grin sharpens in the light, ❛❛ civil, my ass. sweetheart, you sound like a librarian who's seconds from throwin' the whole bookshelf at me. ❜❜ amusement glinted in his whiskey eyes, he enjoyed plucking her wings & getting under her skin. he blinks, slow and steady like he's savouring every ruffled feather. ❛❛ but hey, A fucking plus for effort. you're damn adorable when you're tryin'. ❜❜

❛❛ daddy issues ? kid, that’s the oldest story in the book. ❜❜ slow , crooked grin spreads across his face the kind that says not offended , not surprised , not even remotely intimidated. if anything he looks entertained. he shifts his weight, rolling his shoulders , the kid's got fire. his big middle finger to the world, he recognizes it cause he lived it & practically wrote the damn manual. ❛❛ i sure as hell ain't applyin' for the job. but you came at me with that line like you wanted me to fill the damn role. ❜❜ he tilts his head, shifting lucille lazily over his shoulder, eyes dragging over the kid reading a familiar story. ❛❛ burn the world down to make a point, you call it rebellion, i call it tuesday. shit, kid, i like you, you're relatable as hell ! ❜❜ with a crack of laughter that bounces off the walls. he takes a beat before his grin fades, coldness stills his expression. ❛❛ you wanna test me ? go on. i'll teach you somethin' your old man never did. ❜❜