#killtheliving

Shane just grinned, looking at Rick through the bars of the cell.

*     SHE IS FULLY TEASING HIM.   But she keeps her features calm as she settles provocatively in his lap, a knee on either side of his hip. She’s sure he doesn’t trust her but she’s wholly interested in seeing how he will react at having his enemy's former wife in his lap, curves and tits within reach. 

❝ Guess what, Rick, ❞ words momentarily husky as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear before her words turned cold and bitter, ❝ If your little lambs keep talkin’ shit about myself and the others from the Sanctuary, I’m going to knock them on the ground and make them eat dirt. That way they don’t have to bitch about there not being enough food. Can’t bitch if you have a belly full of dirt and grass.❞

Morgan was sitting with his back against the wall,  knees raised and arms rest over them.  In one hand,  he was clutching  The Art of Peace,  the other,  his staff.  It was stained with blood;  some from the dead,  some from the living.  Despite the fact that he had already been participating in the war against The Saviors,  Morgan was still torn about the actions he was taking.  He didn’t know  what  was driving his motives.  He just knew that he had to stop them from killing anyone else that he cared about.

i literally turned to my dad and was like “they couldn’t think f a better namethan brian??”