Yes, in the way a well-mannered commuter suburb tends to be. The recorded crime rate runs at about 62 offences per thousand people a year, which sits around seven per cent below the wider Eastleigh average of roughly 67. Across twelve months that adds up to somewhere near 1,700 recorded offences. Nothing in those figures marks the town out as rough, and nothing marks it out as a fortress either. It is safe in the ordinary, statistical, nobody-writes-home-about-it sense.
A rate slightly under the borough average is the fingerprint of a place where most of what gets recorded is opportunistic and property-shaped rather than the kind of thing that changes how you walk home. Sitting below your own local authority is a modest point in its favour, not a dramatic one, because Eastleigh as a whole is not a high-crime borough to begin with. What Hedge End manages is to be a little quieter than the area around it, which is exactly what you would expect from a town built out of family houses, driveways and the sort of streets where a stranger stands out.
The one thing worth understanding is what a single town-wide number hides. A crime map records offences where they happen to be logged, and in a place with a large out-of-town retail footprint, a fair share of them cluster where the shops and the car parks are, not where the front doors are. That means the heat on the map often traces footfall rather than danger, and a buyer scrolling through it can talk themselves out of a perfectly quiet residential street because it sits near somewhere busy. The through-roads and the retail edges will always read louder than a cul-de-sac half a mile back, and the average smooths over both. If you are weighing a specific address, the honest move is to look at that street's own pattern rather than the town's headline figure, because the two can tell noticeably different stories.
None of this changes the basic answer. For day-to-day living, in a home rather than a shop doorway, the risk profile here is the reassuring end of normal. The concern for most residents is the low-grade stuff, the thing taken from an unlocked car or a shed left open, rather than anything that keeps people indoors after dark.
The verdict is a four out of five: safer than its own borough, unremarkable by any national measure, and about as reassuring as a town can be without tipping over into dull. Lock the car, and the rest mostly takes care of itself.