with lucille propped up against his shoulder, he gave a long sigh. “fucking seattle” he muttered to himself. without the army, without simon or dwight to boss around and definitely without his wives had made negan a little stir crazy. so here he was, taking a stroll to see what the city offered him. or to see how long it would take for someone to call the police about the barbed bat he was carrying. either way, at least he wouldn’t be so fucking bored anymore. with the day drawing to a close, he spotted a diner across the street. deciding he could murder a coffee, he entered and walked up to the counter. “coffee please, black. but like, 5 sugars”