Negan’s reply comes in the form of a sleepy hum. He’s not quite ready to function, but time waits for no-one and the saviours waste little time in stealing all the meat. Assholes. He should start making someone bring his and Carl’s breakfasts up to them. Hey, that’s actually not a bad idea...
❝You say that every morning, princess.❞ Negan doesn’t even bother to open his eyes as he speaks, wanting to stay like this for a little longer. ❝This place doesn’t run itself, you know.❞ There’s no heat behind his words, there hardly ever is when it comes to Carl. He’s wrapped round the younger man’s little finger. ❝Besides, what could be more fun than visiting my colonies?❞ He’s baiting Carl slightly, wondering what he’ll do in response.