The sun was just about setting by the time Negan had finished his rounds. It could get kind of tedious at times, walking the compound, having to check in on everyone to make sure they were doing their jobs. He hadn't asked for this, never planned to be in charge of anything or anyone..but here he was, the man in the bat.
Though he wouldn't lie and say he didn't enjoy certain aspects of it. The bowing for one. That never got old. Not having to answer to anyone but himself? Yeah, that was a perk for sure. His wives were also a bonus. Cause hey, if the rules of society no longer applied, why not have multiples of woman who are faithful to you alone?
Part of Negan's daily rounds was stopping in to visit with his wives as often as possible. He had a lot of them now, and liked to give them each their own private attention. That didn't always involve sex, but if the situation arose Negan was hardly one to pass it up.
He'd stopped in on three others that day, but found himself with a bit of free time that afternoon. So he headed for the wives quarters to see who was around, swinging Lucille at his side as he walked. Allowing his wives to explore outside the fence at their will, meant that he didn't always know who'd be around when he had the time for them. They were made to check in of course, and take an escort preferably, but it wasn't a rule he enforced too strongly. Having been married for some years before all this, Negan knew that a happy wife made a happy life...and he had six to appease to.
When he turned the corner into the space that had been created to resemble that of a brothel, his eyes landed on Alicia, seated on the couch by one of the windows overlooking the gardens. She was his newest wive, and the youngest by far, but she had an old soul in her that reminded Negan a lot of his late wife, Lucille.
"Hey there butterfly." Negan spoke up, announcing his presence. "I thought you'd still be out fluttering around until the very last minuet like usual." Negan commented, not at all offended by the young woman's desire to be away from this place as often and as long as was allowed. He use to feel that way about his old home too. Moving further into the room, he took a seat beside her, drawing her in by extending his arm that was closest to her out so she could slide up beside him. Despite the sharpness of his words at times, he tended to be rather affectionate with his wives; enjoying their company almost as much fucking them.