|previously known as Insomnia|
(DARYL DIXON)
*
(THE WALKING DEAD)
|Season 2-11|
|Slow Burn|
Started: May of 2020
Finished: March of 2023
|I do not own any of The Walking Dead or plot, only my OCs and plot line|
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THE KINGDOM-077
"No! No way in hell. That was not the deal. You people swore you could take the Saviors out, and you failed. So any arrangements we had is now done—null and void." Gregory said as he paced behind his deck before sitting in his chair. "We aren't trade partners, we aren't friends, and we never met. Hum? We don't know each other. I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me for taking in the refugees, at great personal risk."
"Oh, you were very brave staring in here while Maggie and Sasha saved this place. Your courage was inspiring." Jesus said sarcastically with his arms cross his chest.
Gregory gave the man a look. "Hey, don't you work for me? Aren't we friends?"
Rick stepped towards the leader of Hilltop with hands on his hips. "Gregory, we already started this."
"You started it." The balding man said.
"We did. And we're gonna win." Rick countered.
"These are killers."
Rick narrowed his eyes at the man. "Is this how you want to live? Under their thumb, killing your people?"
"S-sometimes we don't get to choose what our life looks like." Gregory said, looking at the other leader. "Sometimes, Ricky, you have to count the blessings you have."
"How many people can we spare?" Maggie pipped in. "How many people here can fight?"
"'We'?" Gregory scoffed. "I don't even know how many people we have, Margaret. And does it even matter? I mean, w-w-what are you gonna do? Start a platoon of sorghum farmers? Cause that's what we got. They grow things. They're not gonna want to fight."
"You're wrong. When people have the chance to do the right thing, they usually step up." Tara spoke up. "I mean, people just—"
Gregory held out his hand as Matilda rolled her eyes were she was standing next to her brother. "Let me stop you before you break into song, okay? And, by the way, who would train all this cannon fodder?"
Rosita and Sasha both spoke together making the older man scoff. "Rhetorical, okay? I don't want to know. I never want to hear another about any of it, ever."
Irritation flamed up in Matilda as she stepped forwards the older man and sneered. "Would we be better off without the Saviors, yes or no?"
"Yeah. Sure. Okay."
"So, what will you did to fix the problem?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
