Letters between Negan and Rick. This will be about a three part story. All correspondence will be through letters.
Bold italics-Negan
Italic- Rick
Dear Rick,
How's it going, Rick? Decided to start writing you letters when I can't stop by. Wanted to keep up the conversation, you know? Make sure we could stay in touch. How are the kids? You all still alive and well? I'm gonna have Arat drop this off to you when she goes for supplies. She's a damn good soldier The boys and I made some pretty good finds this week, we'll be coming over for a visit soon. Hope too see you bright and early.
Love, Negan.
Dear Rick,
It's been a week. I know Arat delivered the letter. She wouldn't lie about that shit. Did you get my last letter? She said she gave it to you directly. It's rude to not reply. Hope all is fucking peachy.
Love, Negan,
Negan,
Fuck off.
-Rick
Dear Rick the Dick,
Well, that's fucking rude as Hell, Rick. Didn't your parents teach you proper decorum? Man, I know we're in a shit hole of a world right now, but is it too much to ask for a little common curtesy? Work on that attitude of yours. Tell the kids I said hello.
Love, Negan
Negan,
Didn't yours teach you it was rude to bash in people's skulls and dictate them? Kids are fine. Leave me alone. We can talk during your visits.
-Rick
Dear Rick,
I wouldn't have had to do it if you hadn't started shit, Rick. Glad to hear about the kids. Will be by later. Can't wait to see you.
Love, Negan.
Negan,
And you continue on like you have some damn right to treat people like shit and use cheap fear tactics to keep them in line. (Illegible scribbling) You're a monster. Stop writing to me.
-Rick
Dear Rick,
You see, I'm not gonna stop writing to you just because you wanna act like a little bitch. Keep up the holier than thou bullshit if you want, but we both know you've killed just as much as I have. You aren't innocent in any of this. Your hands are covered in blood, Prick. I did what I had to do. Turning a blind eye doesn't change a damn thing.
-Negan
Negan,
What exactly am I turning a blind eye to? My people being subjugated to your abuse? Your damn threats? You're like a child on some ant hill. The kind that would burn ants with a magnifying glass just for fun. You just keep pushing your thumb and crushing everything without any remorse. I'm just waiting for the day some bigger, meaner kid comes and knocks you down.
-Rick
Dear Rick,
Damn Rick, that's some god damn Shakespeare style writing you have. The metaphors are popping! You and your people the poor little ants. Some bigger and meaner kid, huh? Well, it sure as hell can't be you. You're fucking tiny Rick; I could pick your little ass up and put you on top of my fucking Christmas tree. Sounds like you're trying to scare me. Maybe I should line up all your bigger little friends and let Lucille have herself a fucking party?
Love, Negan
Dear Rick,
You think ignoring me is a good idea, Rick? Arat makes sure you read my letters, maybe she needs to make sure you start replying You know what happens when I get angry. I'd hate to have to teach you and your little shit head friends that lesson again. I'd be very careful if I were you. I don't want you ignoring my letters now.
Love, Negan
Negan,
What do you want?
-Rick
Dear Rick,
I want a lot of things, Rick. Sex, food, power. I have a lot of those things. Of course, there's always gonna be things out there that are a little more difficult to get my hands on. But I'm patient. So tell me Rick, you have any hobbies? Or had any before this world fucked off the deep end? You collect coins or something? I liked drawing. Wasn't very good at it, but still liked it. Cooking too. I could make a mean lasagna. World went to shit and a lot of the things I liked doing kinda went south. Maybe I should have you for dinner sometime. Fave a little one on one time with you.
Love, Negan
Negan,
I don't- (Illegible scribbles) I did photography. Nothing interesting or amazing. Just nature photos. I can't cook to save my life. Neither could (illegible scribbling) I'm not interested in having dinner with you.
-Rick
Dear Rick,
Photography huh? Never pictured you having the patience for that sort of thing. I'll look around for camera for you. Polaroid can only go so far after all. You don't have to come over for dinner. I'm just gonna stop by your place. Got my hands on some wine, too. Some ink moscato shit. Not my first pick, but I'm not complaining. I'll see you later this week. Bring the kids, too. Missed seeing the little serial killer and angel.
Love, Negan
Negan,
That's really not necessary. I don't wan- (words cut off quickly)
Dear Rick,
Was great seeing your face again! Has anyone ever told you that you turn really red when you're embarrassed? It's the cutest thing next to those kids of yours. Must get those looks from you. Little serial killer has your eye. Angry looking shit isn't he? Much meaner looking than you are. Think those cute little curls of yours kind of takes the edge off that whole boss thing. Anyway, dinner was great. I hope you like the lasagna. Wished you woulda ate more. You're too skinny. Next time maybe. Stay safe!
Love, Negan
Negan,
Maybe the constant comments on my ass had something to do with me being embarrassed? Was that even necessary You can't just barge in unannounced like you did. Speaking about decorum. Carl's not mean looking. He just looks like that when he sees you. The lasagna was fine. Carl liked it.
-Rick
I don't know what their hobbies would have been, but hey look, hobbies.