#ironedson

"... it was my bad, I was playing with the donkey."

     𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚  𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐚𝐧𝐲  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦,     if  she  thought  she  could  get  away  with  it,  she  would  kill  as  many  of  them  as  possible  and  not  care  about  what  happens  to  her  in  the  process.     but  she  couldn't  do  that.     not  here,  not  now.     she  would  get  everyone  in  alexandria  killed  too.     reality  was  only  one  person  had  to  die  and  she  wouldn't  stop  trying  to  find  a  way  to  make  negan  ended  up  in  the  ground.     she  hated  the  idea  of  playing  along  and  doing  whatever  they  told  her  to  do,  but  until  there  was  a  solid  plan  to     𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥     the  fucker.     that's  exactly  what  she  would  have  to  do.     dark  eyes  glare  at  the  man  in  front  of  her,  jaw  set  in  a  hard  line  as  the  saviors  flood  into  alexandria  with  rick  not  even  saying  a  word,     "     you  better  run,     "     she  stated,  eyes  glancing  around  her  for  a  moment  before  settling  back  on  the  man  in  front  of  her,     "     you  don't  want  to  fall  behind  on  your  orders,     "

“And I’m pretty sure your dad is the friggin’ devil,” he stated. “So I don’t know what you’re doing trying to feed me this inspirational bullcrap.”

I MEAN no pressure buuuut

ROSS IS DAMN LUCKY THAT the decision had been made to let him bond with is son, even locked up. Daryl doesn’t necessarily agree with it, but to Ross’s credit, he does care deeply about Moses. Maybe Rick will establish proper visiting hours or some shit. The hunter is watching idly, chair propped up against the wall, arms folded, cigarette dangling from his lips. “---- Y’ get another half hour.”

“Didn’t realize we were keeping count, but if that’s true I guess I’m lucky you have my back, huh?” He resisted the urge to ruffle JR’s hair. There were times pissing him off was worth it, but he had to pick and choose the battles, after all. “Maybe I owe my improbably long apocalypse survival to you. Had nothing to do with my charm or quick thinking, after all.”