Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee x Reader (TWD X Reader)

Chapter 103) Honey

After cleaning up, Y/N takes a deep breath and stands outside the double doors to Gregory's office.

Daryl, who refused to shower, nods his head at her.

She knocks.

"Come in." A muffled voice says.

Y/N opens the door to find Gregory sitting at his desk. She smiles at him.

He looks up. "Natalie, right?"

"Y/N."

He shrugs. "That's pretty close."

She blinks. "Not really."

He stands up with a chuckle. "She calls them like she sees them. I like that."

He walks to the other side of his desk. "Come in, let's chat."

She obeys, walking into the room as he shuts the door.

The office is large. Bookshelves line the walls. Old paintings and fancy chairs fill the room.

"I came to this place once before, when it was a museum, this, um, Chamber of Commerce thing."

Y/N stares at a piece of artwork on the wall.

Gregory walks closer to her and points at it. "Love that painting. I never figured it'd be mine, here it is. It's like it was waiting for me the whole time."

"Hmm." Y/N mumbles with a fake smile as she takes a seat in one of the oversized floral chairs.

Gregory takes a seat across from her. "Jesus told me your group saved Dr. Carson. Obviously, a doctors a rare commodity today, so I want to thank you for bringing ours back."

She nods. "My husband saved him."

"I'll be sure to thank him, too."

Y/N glances around. "This place, what you have here, has been here since the start?"

"That's right."

"And how have you survived here?"

He shrugs with a cocky grin. "You're looking at how. I'm good at this. And I don't get hung up on the details."

He continues. "Where you live, is it as nice as the Hilltop colony?"

"It's just different."

"How do you feed everyone? Jesus said you had land for gardens, but no crops."

"We just started planting. We have cucumbers, tomatoes-"

Gregory cuts her off. "Oh, crops. Soy, corn, hemp, sorghum."

"Garden stuff."

"But you have guns, so I assume you have a decent weapons cache."

She nods, trying not to let the weird vibes from this man, throw her off. "It's decent."

"And your infirmary, is it stocked?"

She raises a brow at him. "Is yours? We came here hoping to talk trade. Do you have enough here for that?"

He scrunches his face. "You see what I have here. You see what I've built. Jesus said that your food situation was challenged right now. You don't keep people fed, it comes apart."

He inhales before speaking again. "Let's speak the common tongue here, huh?" He leans forward in his seat. "You don't have shit. Now, I'm happy to help. I'm a nice guy. But we can't just give things away for free."

Y/N leans against the back of her chair, crossing her arms over her little baby bump.

"How's this?" Gregory says. "Since you can't offer much, I'll let your people work here for their share. You'd be a welcome addition to the community, a smart and beautiful woman."

She grinds her teeth as he keeps speaking.

"Getting back to that common tongue, I can tell ya, I can make it worth your while."

Y/N uncrosses her arms. "Let me stop you right there."

"Listen, honey-"

"Stop." She says, sitting up straight. "Stop coming onto me, calling me honey." She points at him. "You don't have any ammunition."

"Who said that?"

"You're low on medication. You need things. We need things."

He chuckles. "What, you're gonna give us a bottle of aspirin and a box of bullets?"

"Our communities can help each other." She says.

He pats a book on the coffee table in front of him before standing up. "Thank you, Natalie. Been a good talk."

Y/N's mouth opens slightly. She stands quickly, walking over to his desk where he is now standing in front of. "We can help each other." She says, slightly more aggressive.

"We're doing fine. Are you?"
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Y/N exits Gregory's office where the remaining members of her group stands around. Jesus is there too.

Upon her entrance, Rick looks up.

Before he can say anything, she speaks. "That man is a grade-A asshole."

"What did he say?" Michonne asks.

Y/N explains what went down to her people. Once she's done, Jesus stands before them.

"We want to generate trade. Gregory does. But ammo isn't something we urgently need."

Rick is now sitting on the arm of a chair. "Well, how's that?"

"The walls hold. We just brought in more medicine. Gregory wants the best deal possible." Jesus says.

Daryl grunts. "Yeah, well, we want things, too."

"We need food." Rick says. "We came all this way, we're gonna get it."

Jesus takes a deep breath. "I will talk to him and we will work this out. Circumstances change. We're doing well now, and you will next. I will make him understand that."

"What if he doesn't?" Y/N asks.

Jesus looks at her and then at Rick. "Can you give me a few days?"

Maggie nods. "We can."

Rick looks at everyone. "Yeah."

Suddenly the door to the old museum opens. A man with dark hair enters, in a hurry.

Gregory exits his office, his face pale. "What's wrong?"

"They're back." The man says.
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