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Home-Town Glory

"Lucille says be careful, kid."

"Lucille can kiss my ass," Morgana drawled, tossing her black hair back, not missing the way she was being watched, appreciating her audience as always with a smirk.

Negan glanced at the group of nearby men awaiting orders, his jaw tightening. "You need a good fucking kick up the ass," he said caustically, "but I wouldn't subject my foot to such a fucking ordeal."

"Who do you love more? Me or that fuckin' bat?" Morgana taunted, tilting her head to the side.

"What do you fucking think, kid?" Negan snapped. "Lucille's the only lady in my life, nobody else, not even you, brat, sister or not. You're a fucking thorn in my side, the fucking bane of my existence."

Morgana's smirk became a full blown grin, a crooked smile that slowly spread across her face like a sunrise, making her amber eyes dance with malicious glee. With a flick of the wrist, she lit up a cigarette, Negan raising his eyebrows as she exhaled a cloud of smoke in his face, Morgana silently daring him to do something about it. "So what's the score, brother dearest?" she drawled, making Negan take a step forwards, forcing Morgana to take a step back.

"Fucking bring me back those two bitches and that dickhead Dwight, or Lucille will be very fucking angry," Negan said quietly, something in his eyes making Morgana reluctantly stub out her cigarette, her own jaw tightening, throwing into relief the family resemblance between brother and sister. Both were dark and striking, all surface and no substance, but that was as far as the similarities went, Morgana knowing her limits, Negan battering barriers into submission.

"They refuse to fuckin' bend the knee," Morgana protested, "so why waste time and resources on findin' them? Let the roamers do the dirty work."

"Because Lucille will fucking make them kneel," Negan said, eying his bat lovingly. "But it's not just about them acknowledging who's the motherfucking king around here," he said, raising his voice, making his men straighten up, "it's about fucking taking back what they took. They fucking stole from me, from all of us. Unless you fucking earn it" –

- "You're fuckin' empty-handed, yada-yada," Morgana finished, rolling her eyes, "yeah, I know your National Anthem."

"We're all fucking singing from the same fucking song sheet, kid," Negan said, ruffling up her hair, "but I fucking sing solo, because this is my fucking Magnum Opus," he said, gesturing around him with a wide sweeping motion of his arm, "my life's work, the fucking jewel in my fucking crown. When I'm fucking gone, you're going to fucking keep this going, kid, come hell or high water, the dead or the living."

"What happens if you have a kid of your own, though?"

Negan just threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing around the compound walls. "You should be a fucking comedian, kid," he boomed, slapping her on the back, making her stagger, "but the question still fucking stands, I s'pse. Ain't gonna fucking happen though, brat, and it's not through lack of trying either – all my beloved wives seem to be fucking barren, so it's not on the cards, not even if a fucking angel came out of the fucking sky and said I was the fucking Second Coming."

"I thought you were."

"I am," Negan said seriously, completely missing the sarcastic note in his sister's voice, "but I don't fucking need a fucking angel to fucking tell me that."

"So when you're gone, I'll be the fuckin' queen of this shit-hole," Morgana said quietly, shifting her shoulders in unconscious anticipation of her brother's burden.

"And what a fucking shit-hole it is," Negan said proudly, "the best fucking shit-hole since the fucking shit hit the fucking fan."

I like it in the city when two worlds collide
You get the people and the government
Everybody taking different sides…