Phoebe was sat in Gregory's desk chair spinning in slow circles, she had her hands steepled together allowing her thumbs to tap to a beat in her head while they waited, Jesus entered the room "Dr. Carson was able to patch Gregory up, he's in pain but he'll live"
"Joy" Phoebe breathed out flattening her palms on the wooden desk in front of her.
"So what happens now?" Michonne shot Phoebe a warning glance.
"Things like that don't normally happen here but uh, it's settled" Jesus smiled gently and Rick stood from his perch on the desk.
"We heard the name Negan. A while back Daryl and Abraham had a run in with a few of his men, who is he?"
"Negan's the head of a group of people who call themselves the saviours, as soon as the walls were built the saviours showed up. They met with Gregory on behalf of their boss, they made a lot of demands, even more threats" Jesus was stressing his hands as he spoke "Then he killed one of us...Rory, he was 16 years old. They beat him to death right in front of us said we needed to understand right off the bat, Gregory's not exactly good at confrontation he's not the leader i would have chosen but he helped make this place what it is and the people like him"
"He made the deal" Maggie nodded understanding but Phoebe rolled her eyes, Gregory didn't care how many died as long as it wasn't him.
"Half of everything" Jesus explained "Our supplies, our crops, our livestock it all goes to the saviours"
"And what do you get in return?" Glenn frowned speaking for the first time while Daryl started to pace.
"They don't attack this place, they don't kill us" Jesus answered.
"What a load of bullshit" Phoebe scoffed "He agreed to that? You keep these people fed and stocked in hopes they don't attack? Might as well pull your trousers down and let them fuck you properly because that is what they're doing by the way"
"Why not just kill them?" Daryl stopped pacing.
"Most of the people here don't even know how to fight even if we had ammo" Jesus chuckled but it was flat.
"Well how many people does Negan have?" Rick frowned looking around.
Jesus shrugged simply "We don't know, we've seen groups as big as 20"
"Now hold up. So they show up, they kill a kid and you give them half of everything?" Daryl shook his head "These dicks just have a good story, the boogyman he ain't shit"
"Well how do you know?" Jesus frowned but kept listening.
"A month ago we took his men out PDQ, left them in pieces and puddles" Abraham shrugged, ever since he'd been choked out he had been silent.
"You know, we'll do it. If we go get your man back, kill Negan, take out his boys will you hook us up?" Daryl pointed at Jesus who looked slightly stunned "We want food and medicine"
"And a cow" Phoebe grinned and Daryl nodded.
"And a cow"
Jesus turned to Rick who shrugged "Confrontation never been something we've had trouble with"
"I'll take it to Gregory" Jesus smiled nodded.
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"A cow?" Daryl gently tugged Phoebe closer to him smirking when she all but melted into his chest.
"Yes Dare a cow"
"But why?"
"Because one they're cute, two a supply to milk? Yes please" she grinned and he chuckled bringing his hand up he cupped her cheek and reached down gently pressing his lips against hers.
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The Dead World
Fanfiction~ The Walking Dead ~ Having certain skills gave you an advantage in the world. Phoebe Grimes knew this from a young age and worked up to fit her families legacy of being in some position of law, going all the way back to her great great grandfather...
