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Gregory’s nervous eyes shifted down, hoping to have a great idea dawn on him, but nothing. “Negan.. will all do respect.. We don’t have anything else to give.” His hands tightened feeling the nerves settle in more. He didn’t want to die. Not yet. “You can look around and see what you want. Take it, but all you see that we have is all we found in scavenging.” Jesus couldn’t help but flash a look at Gregory. His arms crossed as his brow raised. Gregory knew he had no part in the scavenges. Seeing how much of a wreck of nerves Gregory was, he felt it was his time to step in. Walking up to Gregory, he gently placed a hand on his shoulder, signaling with his eyes for him to step back. “Sir. We have worked really hard. We’ll do better this time around. We didn’t know you’d be a day early. We’re sorry.” Jesus. He bowed his head gently, his face gentle, but no expression. “My name is Paul, but my friends call me Jesus.” 

Negan stared at the small man before him, his lips pressed together into a tight line as he tried his best to not to laugh. He turned to face Dwight away from Jesus’ view and silently laughed before coughing and turning back to face him. Negan stepped closer smiling letting his tongue poke out as usual as he did. “Well.. Jesus..” Negan bit his lip inward smirking, “Sorry doesn’t fucking keep people alive.” His eyes flickering over his face as they seemed to grow dark. I’m taking shit from a man who calls himself Jesus… Negan placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him even closer into him. “I mean hey you seem fucking cool as shit, with a name like that, but I’m afraid it won’t cut it.” He shrugged and waved a hand about for emphasis. 

Jesus bit the skin inside his lip from Negan’s subtle, but threatening words. His composure calm, making it almost impossible for his nerves to show. All he wanted was peace, but Negan made that near impossible. His stubborn behavior was growing Jesus’s patience thing. A slow sigh escaped his lips as his eyes stayed locked onto Negan’s. “We are willing to do what we can do for you to have your stuff. A life doesn’t have to be lost..” His persuading words from how smooth his voice spoke. “Negan.. sir.. I can go out and scavenge right now.” Negan’s deep stares made him look down, breaking the long eye contact. His eyes gently shifted to Gregory. “Oh uh!” Gregory spoke in a panic. “What else could we possibly do?” he asked Negan, putting his hands together in a begging way. “We can do anything.” Jesus couldn’t help but role his eyes at Gregory’s failed attempt at trying to improve the tension. “What he means is… you don’t have to kill anyone. There has to be another option.” 

N E G A N.. looked around and raised his hands in confusion, “Did I fucking say I was gonna kill anyone, Jesus Christ.” Negan shook his head before busting into a fit of laughter. “Shit that’s funny as hell since yanno you said your name is Jesus.” His boyish grin shining bright. He looked around taking in the small community around him. They gotta have something cool, He mused and looked around at the sky this time thinking as he tapped his foot into the dirt thoughtfully. Negan snapped his fingers in realization then stared at them joyfully, “Fine, since I am a fucking reasonable bastard myself, I’ll wait.” He shrugged innocently as if he was such a precious amazing child. “But when I come back, t o m r r o w. My shit better be here.” His rough hands rubbed together like a mischievous weasel although he wasn’t stealing, he was just taking what was his. 

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