| When you think you want the world one way, and then you get the complete opposite. |
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"You honestly expect me to kiss you after you killed at least twenty walkers?"
"Yes?"
"You're something else, Prise."
"But that's why you love me, Di...
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Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham were driving down the abandoned road, towards Alexandria only for a gang of motorcycles to stop them in their path. "Why don't you come on out, join us in the road?" The man asked and the group did as they were told. "That's great. It's going well right out of the gate. Now, step two, hand over your weapons." He told them, Daryl glaring over at the man.
"Why should we?" He asked.
"Well, they're not yours." He stated and Sasha couldn't hold back her statement.
"Whose are they?" She asked in anger.
"Your property now belongs to Negan. And if you can eat your hands on a tanker, you're people out person wants to know. So let's get those sidearms, shall we?" He asked while stepping up to Daryl. "Right now." He stated while Daryl gave him his hand gun. "Thank you." He said with a smile, then Sasha. "Thank you." Then to Abraham who held a face. "If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. It goes quicker." He told the ginger who just dug in his pocket and handed him the gun. "Thank you." He mouthed and walked away.
"Who are you people?" Sasha asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I get the curiosity, but we have questions ourselves. And we'll be the ones asking them while we drive you back to wherever it is you call home. Take a gander at where you hang your hats. First, though, your shit. What have you got for us?" He asked while Daryl shakes his head.
"Yeah, you just took it." He rasped out.
"Come on. I mean, can we not, okay? There's more. There is always more." He stated and when they didn't answer or move, he sighed. "T... take my man to the back of the truck, start inside the back bumper, work your way to the front." He told them while T pushed Daryl towards the back.
"Go." He grumbled and Daryl let him.
"Bite, chew, swallow, repeat." He told them.
"Who's Negan?" Abraham asked.
"Ding, dong Hell's bells. You see, usually we introduce ourselves by just popping one of our right off the bat. But you seem like reasonable people. I mean, you're sporting dress blues, for Christ's sake. And, like I said, we're gonna drive you back to where you were. I mean, do you know how awkward it is carpooling with someone whose friend or friends you've just killed? Oof. But I told you not to ask any questions. And then what does this ginger do? So that's that. I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me." He told the girl while he clicked his trigger.
