taking a walk around the streets and swinging lucille in his left hand, negan came to the sudden conclusion that he would need a fuckin’ extra job. the job at the school was fine, but.. shit, he was far too old to be dealin’ with fucking teenagers. Â
there were no walkers around ( as far as he could see, of course and he had been here for three years now ), so what exactly would he do in his spare time? it wasn’t like he could go around ordering people around like he did back home - none of the fuckers would probably listen to him and well, he needed more money to survive. just like back in the old days.
   shit. he wasn’t used to living in a somehow normal again world. noticing a small coffee shop at the end of the street, he decided to start there. negan was about to walk in and demand to see whoever was in charge, when he noticed someone standing near the entrance.
  smile instantly appearing on his features ( he knew exactly how to charm the ladies and the gentlemen, that was for sure - no one would dare to say otherwise ), he stopped right in front of them, swinging lucille over his shoulder. “well, good mornin’ to you, sunshine. i’m in need of a job, so.. is there any way you’d be able to lead me to somewhere that’s hirin’? i’d fuckin’ appreciate it.”
