[ This guy definitely screamed law enforcement. Not much call for it anymore, thankfully. Negan moves to behind the bar, helping himself to a tumbler of scotch and sliding one toward Rick. He could be a good host when the moment presented itself. ]

You were in a coma and you woke up to this shit? Hell.. [ He rubs a hand over the stubble at his chin. Fuck, he couldn't imagine not getting a leg up watching everything go to hell in a hand basket. He nurses his drink, elbows resting on the counter top across from Rick. ]

I get that you're looking for your family, and that's important shit, I get it. But you've got to realize that traveling in a group is better than going Clint Eastwood- as badass as that may be. Loners only serve to get themselves killed.