“I’m gonna kill him for messing this up. Man, I went through so much shit to get this thing.” Daryl sighed and shook his head. “He’s so fucking stupid. Does he gotta mess everything up?”
Daryl looked up as they entered Negan’s room. The last time he was in there, it hadn’t gone very well. But now there was all kinds of food laid out on a table with two chairs set up. He raised an eyebrow, before sitting down and starting to mess with his crossbow.
Negan laughed as she pulled out her own chair and sat down. “Shit, shoulda called you future serial killer instead of the fucking kid. But shit he was pretty fucked up to huh?” She hummed setting Lucille on her lap.
Quickly pulling things towards herself she faced him grabbing her water glass and held it up. “Consider this a welcome gift. Considering that no matter what the fuck you do, you’re still gonna be here. Hell I am fucking surprised as shit you haven’t tried to slit my damn throat or shoot me again.”
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