Negan Drabbles

Bullet

Negan walks over the factory floor. Watching his busy little bee's hard at work.

"How's it going Eugene?" He asks.

"It's going good boss. We have all the correct materials needed to churn out these bullets quicker than you can say...well bullet," Eugene answers.

A bemused look crosses Negan's face. "Yeah, well. Keep up the good fucking work," Negan says. He places a hand on Eugene's shoulder. "We couldn't do this without you. I bet Rick the prick didn't have you doing shit like this. Totally fucking underestimated you. I can see that in him. It's good to have you on our side," Negan smiles, patting Eugene's back.

Eugene nods at him. "Yes sir. I surely appreciate your belief in me. Putting me in charge of something so momentous. These bullets will ensure the safety of the compound."

Negan stares at him, trying to hide a frown. "Well i appreciate your enthusiasm Eugene," he says, raising an eyebrow once Eugene goes about his work again.

Negan heads outside as Simon arrives in his truck.

"Any news from my little spies?" Negan asks.

"Nothing from The Kingdom or Hilltop. We're a man down though. Think Alexandria took him out. Which means they have a radio," Simon answers somberly.

"Fuck!" Negan shouts. "They'll fucking pay for this. Think they can all stand up against me. After everything i've fucking done for them! Fucking assholes won't know what's fucking hit them by the time i'm done," he sneers.

"Damn right," Simon nods.