Brian is sitting beside his bike when he hears horns blaring out in the distance, he grabs a airhorn holding it over his head blaring it loudly.
HILLTOP
Jerry is standing on the wall hearing the horns blaring loudly from the distance.
Jerry: It's on.
NIGHT
Cars are littered around the yard of the Hilltop with people standing behind them, weapons in hand. Lyla and Shaun stands beside each other sharing a nervous look with each other
Vivian stands on the balcony looking out with a furious look in her eyes. Annabelle is on top of the wall raising a pair of binoculars looking through seeing the Saviors approaching down the dirt road
She sends a hand gesture to Jerry who waves his hand rapidly side to side towards Vivian on the balcony.
Vivian: Here we go.
She walks inside the door entering the house.
The Saviors pulls their cars to a stop and they get out raising up their guns.
Simon: Here I was hoping to give that gate a big ol' wet sloppy kiss and there she goes, playing hard to get. Arat, Gary, remove these offending articles from the road. The sun is down.
Arat drags a board that has nails attached all over off to the side.
Simon: I'm tired of waiting.
Vivian: Negan. I want to talk to Negan
Vivian's voice comes over the walkie talkie. Simon raises the walkie to his lips
Simon: Well hello there, Wonder Woman. You are speaking to Negan but my birth certificate says Simon. Hello again, Princess. Now allow me to offer my condolences. For what's happened and what's about to happen. In case it's not already plain as Hilltop potatoes, yours truly is speaking on behalf of Negan this go around. And I assure you that the man himself personally received the Widow's care package next day delivery. I noticed it was the box that I gave you in good faith---
Vivian: Do you ever shut the fuck up?
Simon(chuckles): No I do not, Wonder Woman. The bill's come due, and you and your people are gonna have to pay. Shauny boy's sisters are gonna have to watch him die.
The prisoners are lead out onto the balcony.
Vivian: Your 38 people are alive and breathing. Turn around and leave and they stay that way. But if you don't, I have 38 bullets and I will personally fire into all of them and then I'll come for you and put one right between your eyes.
She turns holding the walkie towards Alden.
Alden: It's too nice a night to spend it dying slow, don't you think, Simon?
Vivian: Well how's this going?
Simon: Well, Wonder Woman, this is highly regrettable but the way I see it, the Saviors you're in possession of there are damaged goods.
Alden sighs out softly
Alden: I could've told you he'd say that. I hate that guy.
Simon: You know, they've got themselves into their own pickle, and this organization prizes those who, A, avoid capture and B, figure out their own shit when said outcome eventuates.
Vivian: Big words coming from a man with such a tiny brain.
Alden snickers, biting the inside of his cheek.
Simon: I have a big brain thank you very much. My way of saying fuck them.
Vivian: Okay. I'll be seeing you soon
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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
