Anklebiter.

Michonne: Negan isn’t just some random guy. He’s our prisoner. We’re trying to do something here - show people that we don’t 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 needs’ta be done.

Y/N: So you’ve killed people?

Daryl: Mmhm.

Y/N: What did Negan do?

Michonne, hesitating: …

Daryl, narrowing his eyes.

Y/N: I have a right to know, if I’m 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. I’ve 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 Negan’s cell: Well, unprovoked is a difficult word.

Y/N: He was provoked?

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: Not…, 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: