Y/N: Why does Alexandria have some random guy locked up down there? That like the drunk tank or something?
Michonne: Negan isnāt just some random guy. Heās our prisoner. Weāre trying to do something here - show people that we donāt have to kill our enemies.
Y/N: Is this like a no kill shelter kind of place? Spare the rod and all that?
Daryl, blinking: Nah. We still do what needsāta be done.
Y/N: So youāve killed people?
Michonne, hesitating: ā¦
Daryl, narrowing his eyes.
Y/N: I have a right to know, if Iām going to be living here and all.
Michonne: He killed our friends then tormented us for months like some psychotic dictator. He tortured Daryl.
Y/N: Ah - some power hungry asshole. Iāve come across a lot of those type since this all started. Sorry about your friends - people that kill for no reason like that - unprovoked? They belong locked up. Or worse.
Michonne, glancing to the window above Neganās cell: Well, unprovoked is a difficult word.
Michonne looking over at Daryl: I mean, we did kill an entire warehouse of his men.
Y/N: Woah. Bet that was a blood bath.
Daryl, growling: They was asleep.
Y/N, looking between them: Oh. Got the jump on them. They fucked with you first though, yeah?
Michonne: Notā¦, exactly.
Y/N, now also hesitating: Some uh people gotta die - I get it - Negan retaliated by killing a bunch of your guys. Tit for tat. Not cool, fuck him.
Michonne: He actually only killed two of our guys⦠and the second one was because Daryl punched him.
Y/N, eyes going wide: Huh. I see. Um, Aaron said you guys had a pool table?
Negan, sitting in his cell:
ššš Donāt get me wrong I loved Glenn! (and Abe - whoās always forgotten when it comes to remembering š) but this thought lives rent free in my head. āš¼ Also it WAS NOT pookies fault Glenn got the bat, this just makes me giggle.