Dear Rick,
I don't know why you're having this bitchy silent treatment but it lost its spark by now. It's gotten really fucking old by now. It's like that time a month ago when I did you a huge fucking favor for gutting that asshole Spencer. You didn't even have a decency to respond to a damn fucking letter I sent? Simon told me you destroyed the last letter I wrote without even reading it. You're lucky I had told him earlier to play nice with you and your community. Otherwise there would be heads rolling down that street. I don't know why you're so fucking worked up. I killed him for you. He wanted me to do his dirty work for him so he could take the fucking lead. Had to put that shit down. You should be thanking me for not letting him go through with whatever he had planned. As for the little serial killer, I could have fucking ended him for what he did to my boys. But I fucking didn't. I brought him home safe and sound. Didn't even kill that bitch for shooting Lucille. Too impressed with him I guess. If I wasn't impressed already. It's like an endless cycle with you. Get pissed, lash out and get spanked back into submission. I can come down hard, Rick. Don't tempt me. Respond or I will be coming to see you again very soon.
Love, Negan
Negan,
I'm done discussing what you did to Spencer. As for the rest, I told you before exactly what I thought of you and your methods. Sociopath child on the anthill. My son isn't one of your god damn soldiers. He's not like you or the rest of your horde. He's good and you would only destroy him.
-Rick
Dear Rick,
You think my end goal is to ruin your boy? That is the last thing I would ever want to do to him. He's worth way too much. He would be safe with me and he would be helping people who need it most. He's not your little boy anymore and it's time you learned to accept that. I'll be at your gate in four days. Be ready.
Love, Negan
Negan,
You're not a father are you? I doubt it with how careless you act in regards to my son. Let me make it simple for you to understand. Carl could be 15 or 45 and he would still always be my boy. He might get older and move on to start his own life, but that won't change who he is to me and as his father it's my job to take care of him. He and Judith are the most important people in this damn world to me and if I have to go through you and your men to keep them safe, I will.
-Rick
Dear Rick,
I respect where you're coming from, Rick. I really do. You want to keep your boy safe and what father doesn't want that for their children? However, the world isn't what it was when you were a little bean sprout and Carl ain't gonna do so well in this world if you keep trying to shield him from it. He's gotta learn somehow Rick, at least with me he'd have a chance. How well have you done for him? Where's that other eye of his? Where's his mother? You've already failed him. I won't. I can take care of him and I can take care of you. So let me.
Love, Negan
Negan,
Is that suppose to convince me to just hand him over? Waving his mother and past in my face? Like I don't fucking live with it every god damn day and every time fucking time I look at him and Judith? How about this then, Negan. What's your story? Were you married? Did you have a life before all this or were you always this god damn monster killing people for the thrill? Is that why you cling to that fucking bat? Is it suppose to protect you from what's in front of you? You're clinging to it like a toddler clings to their blanket. You don't know a damn thing about me. Stop pretending that you do.
-Rick
Rick,
(Illegible scribbling) You think you have any right to ask about my fucking past? I should drive to your community and burn the whole fucking place down and fucking bash your god damn head into a pulp. (Illegible scribbling) Fucking watch your step very carefully.
-Negan
Dear Rick,
Riiiiiiiick, come on, write baaaaaaack(illegible scribbling, obviously drunk while writing) I know you wanna write back to me. We've been having so much fun together. We can (illegible scribbling) more fun if you come on over here. I can make (illegible scribbling) so good, Rick. Let me make you feel gooddddd. I'm sorry I brought up your wife. Didn't mean to upset you. I was married once (illegible scribbling) sick and died. Used to teach kids, too. Baseball and anger management. Ironic right, Rick? Please write back. I wanna see your words again.
Love, Negan
P.S. If you let me, I could get to know you.
Negan,
How drunk were you when you wrote this? How did you even let Arat bring this to me in that state? I don't think we were having fun together. (Illegible writing) I am sorry about your wife, though. Anger management is really ironic coming from you. Baseball...I can see that. I don't understand what you even want from me at this point. One minute you're writing shit like before and now you can barely write a simple sentence.
-Rick
Dear Rick,
(Illegible writing, splatter from ink bursting over paper) Had the hangover from hell after that letter I sent. Hope you could still understand it with my shit writing. As for what I want from you. I think my last letter spelled it out pretty clearly, Rick. Might as well come out with it, though. Can't really come back from that last letter and I might as well just tell you what's on my mind, seeing how you're a little dense with getting it. There are a lot of things I want Rick, and your fine ass is one of them. Not in the, slavery and murder you kind of way. As in I (illegible scribbling I want to stick my tongue into that tight little asshole of yours and loosen you up a bit. If I'm being frank enough.
Love, Negan