So, I'm back on the letter kick once again. This in unrelated to my other letter series and will be one sided letters from Negan to Rick throughout his imprisonment. Who am I kidding, I might even throw in Rick's responses here and there. These are going to start out really bitter from Negan's POV, so please bear with me. Carl is dead and nothing is okay.


Rick,

Well you fucking did it. You fucking took me down. Had me fooled there for a minute too. Really thought you meant that we could build something, but that wasn't your plan was it? Bat those pretty baby blues at me then slash my throat. Very fucking clever, Rick. Are you proud? Guess I should thank that doctor friend of yours for giving me access to paper and pencil. Can't really speak all that well right now. That's fine though, I can still get my message across. I don't need to speak for you to hear me, do I?

When I get out of here, and I will get out of here, I'm coming for you. I want you to know that. I want you to know that I'm always here. Just waiting. I can be very patient. Don't get too comfortable Sheriff. I'll be coming for you.

-Negan

Rick,

You sleep well at night, Rick? Knowing you are the reason your boy is dead? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I were you. I'd blow my fucking brains out. The guilt has to be eating at you, Rick. Your boy died because you failed to protect him. What kind of father fails his kid that badly? I bet it fucking eats at you. Carl was the future, and now where is he? How do you even trust yourself with that little angel of yours? I can only imagine what your people must think. The Widow must fucking hate you. She showing yet, Rick? Her kid's gonna have a lot of questions about his old man. Just send him down my way, I can tell him what sound his daddy's head made when Lucille cracked him open. What was he saying? I'll find you? That's just precious. You don't get more real than that.

You can't avoid me forever, Rick. I'm always here.

-Negan

Rick,

I'm surprised you haven't taken away my pencils. I know you've read my letters. I can tell by the way your mouth tightens up when you look at me. You've never been very good at hiding what you think. You're still the little bitch I met in the clearing that first night. Your people may have forgotten, but I haven't. That's what I get off on, Rick. Imagining you on your knees, bawling over the asian kid and the red head. Begging me, not to make you cut off Carl's arm. Might have been kinder if I had made you. Maybe, he would never have been out there if I had. The good doctor thinks my throat is healing up nicely. I'll be able to talk to you for real very soon. I can ask you myself what you think of my letters.

Sleep well,

-Negan