@whybrid
It had been a fucking long day for Negan. Between problems with Rick and the supply runs to his wives bitching about favoritism. He was tired and not in the best moods. He flopped down in his favorite chair with a cold glass of bourbon in his hand. He sighed to himself just as the door knocked. "Fuckin' hell cant i have a moment?" He mumbled but yelled for be them to enter.
As soon as he saw it was Libby, he cheered right up. "Theres my favorite little thing." He said, not shy about playing favorites. "What can daddy do for ya, doll?" He asked after a sip of the amber liquid. "The wives giving you a hard time? They gave me hell today and i even stopped by to say hello them. Talk about god damn ungrateful."















