Negan was not impressed, but if he had expected anything north of lackluster, maybe killing Ezekiel in such a spectacular fashion hadn't been the way to go. Still, the truth was that without the Kingdom getting involved in his disagreement with Alexandria, Rick's rebellion wouldn't have lasted nearly as long as it did, and less people would have had to die as a consequence. The fact that he'd only killed Ezekiel - and still spared Rick his son, though he had insisted on them being separated - was frankly a miracle. Daryl stayed at the Kingdom, Carl stayed at Alexandria to raise his sister, and that crazy ass widow bitch Maggie was to keep to the Hilltop.
Rick was with him. His new job, as Negan had explained, was to organize the collection of goods, and the distribution of others as needed, and when he wasn't doing that job, he'd be locked down.
He was still going to take some breaking in, but whatever. They'd get there with time, and since it was the end of the world, they both had plenty of it. Rick was lucky. The alternative didn't give him a job to do, didn't give him a life to live, and it sure wouldn't have left him the option to see his kids grow up any more than they already had. Dead was still pretty final, no matter how you looked at it.
Negan rolled his eyes, and he began to flick through all the cabinets, checking out what was inside. There was no booze, not unexpectedly. Some medical supplies, some cleaning supplies, food and water. He took out two bottles of water, and a can of mystery meat, then slung himself in the half-seat beside the table, watching Rick bury in on himself in his own misery.
He pushed one of the bottles across to him, then focused on opening the can of meat, pulling the ringpull back and investigating the contents. He crinkled the edges of can with his fist, then turned it over and slammed it down on the table in front of Rick, so that it came out whole. Then he drew his knife, unfolding it, before reaching across to chop the meat into four large pieces.
"The sullen bitch in heat act is gonna get real boring real fast, Rickadee."
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Rick was with him. His new job, as Negan had explained, was to organize the collection of goods, and the distribution of others as needed, and when he wasn't doing that job, he'd be locked down.
He was still going to take some breaking in, but whatever. They'd get there with time, and since it was the end of the world, they both had plenty of it. Rick was lucky. The alternative didn't give him a job to do, didn't give him a life to live, and it sure wouldn't have left him the option to see his kids grow up any more than they already had. Dead was still pretty final, no matter how you looked at it.
Negan rolled his eyes, and he began to flick through all the cabinets, checking out what was inside. There was no booze, not unexpectedly. Some medical supplies, some cleaning supplies, food and water. He took out two bottles of water, and a can of mystery meat, then slung himself in the half-seat beside the table, watching Rick bury in on himself in his own misery.
He pushed one of the bottles across to him, then focused on opening the can of meat, pulling the ringpull back and investigating the contents. He crinkled the edges of can with his fist, then turned it over and slammed it down on the table in front of Rick, so that it came out whole. Then he drew his knife, unfolding it, before reaching across to chop the meat into four large pieces.
"The sullen bitch in heat act is gonna get real boring real fast, Rickadee."