Cereal.
"What the fuck is that shit you're eating?" Negan asks disgustedly.
"Chocolatey O's. Want some?" You offer through a mouthful.
"Fuck no. I don't eat cereal, i'm not fucking five," he snorts.
"Your loss," you say. Cramming in another mouthful.
Negan digs into his pancakes, across the table. "See this, is what fucking grownups eat," he says, pointing at his plate.
"Whatever," you say in response. "So what are you doing today?" you ask, changing the subject.
"Gonna make a little trip to Alexandria. Make sure my little bitch Rick, is being a good little boy. He better have some good fucking shit for me, or some poor fucker's gonna pay the price with Lucille," he smiles.
"She thirsty?" You ask teasingly.
"Lucille is always fucking thirsty," Negan grins.
"You want me with you?" You ask.
"Always," he answers.
"You seen my machete?" You ask. Knowing you'll need it.
"No," he answered grumpily.
"Guess i'd better go look for it then," you sniped.
"Drop the fucking sass, unless you don't wanna sit down right for a while?" Negan warns.
"Here's hoping," you giggle playfully, leaving.
After five minutes of searching, you find your machete, and head back to Negan's room. You sit at the table, and find your bowl empty.
"Where's my cereal?" You ask, frowning.
"Threw that shit out the window," Negan answers, smiling.
You walk over to him, and sit on his lap. "Really? Then how'd this get here?" You smile, wiping chocolate milk from his beard.