too young.

"Do you think they’ll leave soon? My leg’s cramping bad, man.”     Jesse whispered, gun still pointed at the caravan door, though his eyes were on the other.

     "you're gonna have more than just a leg cramp if you keep on talkin'."          despite his words, zach peeks out through the window next to the door, wincing slightly at the amount of walkers outside.

     “ Kinda.  It  ain’t  always  been  this  easy  n’         normal, but we’re lucky for all we got now. ”

Lucky was an understatement.  After the farm, Beth was sure the group would  never  stumble  upon  another  safe  haven.  Smelly storage units, exposed campsites, it was all nothing compared to home  .  But  now  here  they  were  with  concrete  walls  and  a stockpile of canned fruit.

 " Ya ever been with a group like this?  I mean,         you’re  just  kinda  young.  If  I  was  you, I’d         probably  already  be  dead  or  somethin’.

                         …I’m glad you’re here. ”

        ' well, i ain't gonna complain about anythin'.           not with all this. '

as much as he had liked to pretend otherwise,     living out on the road wasn't fun. the other guys, they'd all said it was, to them; zach had always disagreed. he doesn't know how truthful they had been about their enjoyment of it, but— here he is now, and it's better than constant camping.

              ' was with a few college friends, before - the ones i                 came here with.   we joined a couple groups here                 and there, but eventually skipped out on 'em —                 they weren't, uh... weren't the nicest of people. not                 like everyone here.

"Conspiracy Schmonspiracy! Next thing you’ll be sayin’ is he shot JFK."

"… Wait."

ｔｈｅ ｆｒａｙ || ｓｔａｒｔｅｒｓ

"Where were you when everything was falling apart?"

"We need to talk."

"You said that you'd never lose control!"

"Just let it be."

"How can you be so heartless?!"

"Maybe God can pull it together."

"All I needed was a call."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Shut up. I need to talk to you."

"Love doesn't die."

"Sit down. It's just a talk."

"It's 3 in the morning. What's wrong?"

"Run for your life, my love."

"I'm sorry I can't be there with you."

"Everybody's saying I'm in over my head."

"You don't have to do it alone."

"I lost her."

"Do you need me to carry you?"

"Where did I go wrong?"

"Happiness feels a lot like sorrow."

"It's not what you say. It's what you do."

"Don't let me go."

"You're not getting off the hook that easy."

"I'm losing control!"

"We're falling apart and coming together over and over."

"And suddenly I became a part of your past...'

"In the end, everyone ends up alone."

"Don't give up now."

"I couldn't have saved him. It's not my fault."

"Where have you been?"

"I'm here. It's okay. You're okay. Shh--"

     " Yeah, she loves me. It ain’t a free gig, though.         Ya see  that  stockpile  of  canned  fruit  over         there?  That’s  for  this  little  stinker.

                                       —- So, ya settlin’ in okay? ”

        ' never been good with kids myself.  think i'm more           scared of 'em than they are of me. —she must be           great t' change.

          ❝ That’s okay, I think                 a kiss’ll do just fine. ❞

"Okay, well, it’s way more plausible than any of your ideas. And just because no one talks about the Georgian mafia doesn’t mean it isn’t real! It’s just that secret!”

helicide started following you

"No way, man. No, he was probably, like… Like a mob enforcer or something."

"The Georgian mafia."