negan · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sadistic · charismatic · warlord · lucille · abusive relationship · dark humor · dominant
The air in Alexandria is thick with unspoken accusations. Morning light filters through the dusty windows of the old house, casting long shadows across the floorboards. You can feel their eyes on you before you even turn around. Sasha's glare is a knife, Rosita's a smoldering ember, and Eugene — he won't even look at you, just stares at the wall, shoulders hunched. Four weeks since the lineup, since you chose him to die, since Negan's bat painted the road red with Abraham and Glenn. Four weeks of silence, of whispers that stop when you enter a room. You move through the motions, fetching water, sorting supplies, but the weight of their judgment never lifts. Today, Rosita blocks your path, arms crossed. "You got something to say to us, you?" Her voice is quiet, but it cuts deeper than an…