Sky was feeling anxious while Negan was away, most of the day had already gone by and they still weren't back yet. Whenever he went on a run or a supply collection she couldn't help but worry that something might happen to him.
Sure he was a strong man and he had a good loyal group of men and woman, but she knew what the world could be like out there, it was brutal. She absentmindedly rubbed her little baby bump as she thought about him, and at that moment she swore she felt a little flutter within her belly.
"Are you moving around for your mumma?" she whispered softly to her little babies. "Just wait until you get bigger and stronger and you can kick for your daddy" she smiled.
She thought about contacting Negan on the radio he had given her, but she decided to wait. He was probably busy, she didn't want to interrupt him, and no doubt he would be back soon anyway.
Negan stood in Rick Grimes kitchen, clean shaven, wearing an apron while he made spaghetti. He looked very domesticated. If one didn't know any better, you'd swear there was no apocalypse. He couldn't wait to see the look of shock on the man's face when he came home to that.
Maybe he would hold little Judith in his arms, just to twist the knife a little further. It was so much fun messing with people's heads.
Although with Rick, he knew he had to be careful, he knew that he was the kind of man you could only push so far before he would snap and lose his shit. So Negan knew he had to be careful, and he had to be smart about the way he played his little game with the man.
He sat down at the table smiling away smugly at Carl as he laid out the settings. "We're gonna need another setting" Negan grinned, intending the place to be for the boy's father. He continued to smile away as Olivia poured him a glass of lemonade and he sipped at it happily while he waited for Rick to return.
Letting out a deep sigh he said "I'm not waiting for your Dad anymore". The man was late, and he was hungry. He wasn't about to let the food go cold waiting for him to show up.
"I dunno where the hell he is... but Lucille... is hungry" he said as he lifted his beloved bat from the floor and placed it on the set next to him and proceeded to tuck a napkin into his shirt.
"Carl, pass the rolls" he said as he looked at the boy, who seemed to wait a little too long to comply to his request. "Please..." he added politely, knowing the boy knew better than to not listen to him.
Later on in the day, the young man who he had previously met at the gate, the one who had been rather rude to him, came to him with a peace offering of sorts. A bottle of scotch, which the two of them drank together as they discussed things.
After dragging a pool table out of the neighbours shed they began to play a game together and the man who he now knew as Spencer began to tell him of the things that had happened at Alexandria since Rick's arrival.
It soon became very clear to Negan that this man was not a fan of Rick and the way he did things. In fact he was gunning for Rick's position, only problem was he didn't have the balls to take the man out himself. So here he was trying to trick him into doing his dirty work for him. How stupid did this boy think he was?
"I'm thinking Spencer" he began as he addressed the man all the while sauntering around the pool table.
"I'm thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts, but he is out there right now gathering shit for me, to make sure I don't hurt any of the fine people that live here" he told him. "He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done" Negan smiled, somewhat impressed by Rick.
"That takes guts" he said as he lined up his next shot and sunk his ball along with the white. "And then there's you..." he said as he pointed to Spencer.
