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Gregory: No! No way in hell. That was not the deal. You people swore you could take the Saviors out and you failed. So any arrangement we had is now done----null and void.
Brian is leaning against the bookshelf with his arms folded across his chest.
Gregory: We aren't trade partners, we aren't friends and we never met. Hmm?
Rick and Ian has their hands on their hips staring at him with blank expressions.
Gregory: We don't know each other
Annabelle: I really never wanted to know you anyway, douche.
Gregory sits down in his chair behind his desk.
Gregory: I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me for taking in the refugees, at great personal risk.
Daryl mumbles angrily under his breath.
Jesus: Oh you were very brave staying in here while Maggie, Daryl, and Sasha saved this place
Daryl: Yeah you're my hero.
Brian: I want to be like when I grow up.
Gregory: Hey, don't you work for me? Aren't we friends?
Vivian: I seriously believe you got any friends
Gregory attempts to glare at her but gulps seeing her tilt her head to the side, Rosita rubs her hand up and down her back.
Ian: Gregory, we already started this.
Gregory: You started this
Rick: We did. And we're gonna win.
Gregory: These are killers.
Lyla: Is that how you want to live? Under their thumb, killing your people?
Gregory: Says the girl who's own brother is one of them so you got no room to say a damn word to me!
Brian narrows his eyes going to step closer towards him but Lyla grabs his hand giving him a look, he sighs nodding his head.
Gregory: Sometimes we don't get to choose what our life looks like. Sometimes, you have to count the blessings you have.
Maggie: How many people can we spare? How many people here can fight?
Gregory: We? I don't even know how many people we have, Margret. And does it even matter? I mean.....(scoffs) 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.
Annabelle: You're wrong. When people have the chance to do the right thing, they usually step up. I mean, people---
Gregory: Let me stop you before you break into song.
Annabelle raises her eyebrow looking him up and down and scoffs.
Gregory: By the way who would train all this cannon fodder?
Vivian: I will
Rosita: Give us a week
Brian: I will
Rick curls his lips into a smile
Rick: Viv's our best fighter.
Gregory: Well whoopie do da. Rhetorical, okay?
Brian: I'm gonna break his jaw. Let me break his jaw
Michonne holds up her hand sending him a look, Brian rolls his eyes
Gregory: I don't want to know. I never want to hear another word about any ot if, ever.
Ian: Would we be better off without the Saviors? Yes or no?
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TWD-Vivian Grimes
FanfictionVivian Grimes: oldest child of Rick and Lori Grimes. When the dead began attacking the living, she thought her dad was dead until he found his way back to them again
