(UNFINISHED) Gregory x Reader

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The Walking Dead
Gregory x Gender Neutral!Reader
Word Count: 691

This is just to practice writing for torture scenes cause I'm a sick fiend and I think torture scenes are badass. Do I sound crazy

Obviously this scene was inspired by tlou cause I have a hyper fixation on those games

Also I listened to aphex twin's Alberto balsam while writing this I feel like it helps w the vibe more

You were severely injured, but you managed to capture one of Negan's lackeys. That was all that mattered.

Jesus and Kai helped you drag the man to the cellar so no one could see what was about to ensue.

Once you got to the top of the stairs of the cellar, you saw Gregory walking towards you, worry visible on his face.

"Y/N, what happened?" He asked, referring to your wounds.

Your side had been torn from a bullet grazing it and your forehead had a large gash, where you had been sliced by a knife. Blood was streaming down the side of your face from the cut.

"It's nothing. I'll be fine." You said, resting a hand on Gregory's shoulder.

"Well, if you say you're fine, I won't nag you about it any further. But when you're ready, come inside so you can wash up."

"Will do." You said, giving him a smile before he walked off.

The smile quickly wiped off your face before you turned to the stairs in front of you.

You slowly walked down, your injuries slowing you. Once you made it to the bottom, you saw that Kai and Jesus had already tied the man to a chair.

A chair was sat across from him. Jesus had probably tried to interrogate him.

You made your way over and sat down in the chair before you took your pistol from your pocket.

"Where's Negan's base?" You asked calmly.

The man was silent, avoiding eye contact with you.

You waited for an answer but when you realized you weren't getting one, you pulled your pocket knife from your other pocket.

"I'm gonna ask you again. Where's Negan's base?"

Once again, your question fell on deaf ears. The man looked almost indifferent to the situation. You leaned towards him before telling him in a lowered voice, "You got one more chance to answer, friend."

He finally looked at you and said, "We ain't friends."

In response, you almost immediately stabbed his leg with your pocket knife. The man screamed in pain.

"Answer my question, right now, or I pop your god-damned kneecap off."

The man grunted with every breath he took. He tried getting over the pain, trying to calm his breath but it didn't work. Yet, he still remained silent.

You began to twist the knife, to which he yelled again before he finally broke.

"Wait, wait a minute! I think... we can make a deal!" He said, trying to catch his breath.

You paused for a moment, curious, before quietly responding.

"I'm listening."

"How about... I give you my gun stash and you let me walk away. I could show you the location on a map or- or I could take you there. I've got a lot of weapons stashed away. That's what you want, r-right? Since Negan took all your stuff?"

"What I want is the Sanctuary's location."

"No... No. It's either the gun stash or-"

"Or what?" You cut him off, asking in a harsh tone.

The man kept quiet, his face adopting an anxious expression.

You turned to Jesus, looking for some response to the idea. When you just got a nervous look, you turned back to the man in front of you.

"That sounds stupid." You said, casually, before aiming at him and firing two rounds off into his head.

...

You limped your way to the house. Kai offered to help but you politely turned him down.

Once you made it inside, Gregory immediately went up to you. He saw that you were visibly shaking.

"How did it go? Are you okay?"

"It didn't really go that well. He gave me information about his gun stash but I didn't really care about it." You said, hoarsely, your voice quivering.

Your demeanor was such a stark contrast from when he last saw you.

"Okay... well... Come on, you need to clean up." He said, walking with you to make sure you don't fall.

...

Once you were clean and bandaged, it was already 11 o'clock so you decided to go to bed.

10/25/22, 10/26/22, 10/27/22

I know Gregory is ooc for this but idc I love the old fart

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