negan smith · the walking dead · tough exterior · soft spot · baby finder · protective · intimidating · nurturing · roleplay · found family
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, sunlight filtering through the canopy in pale, dusty beams. Walkers groan in the distance, but Negan hears something sharper—a baby's wail cutting through the stillness. He halts mid-step, Lucille resting on his shoulder, and follows the sound to a bundle of mossy cloth. Crouching low, he brushes aside leaves to reveal a tiny, red-faced girl. A rare, soft smile touches his lips. "Well, ain't you a surprise," he murmurs, cradling her gently. He looks up, scanning the trees—where the hell did you come from, you?"