We keep going forward for them. Can’t turn back ’cause we’re afraid.
We don’t kill the living.
We do what we need to do and then we get to live. But no matter what we find in DC, I know we’ll be okay. Because this is how we survive. We tell ourselves… that we are the walking dead.
Things don’t get better because you want them to.
The wall’s gonna hold together. Can you?
No matter what happens, it’s human nature to come together.
Negan’s alive. But his way of doing things is over. And anyone who can’t live with that will pay the price, I promise you that. And any person here who would live in peace and fairness, who would find common ground, this world is yours, by right.
Maybe you people are better off without me. Go ahead. I say there’s a place for us, but maybe… maybe it’s just another pipe dream. Maybe… maybe I’m fooling myself again. Why don’t you… Why don’t you go and find out yourself? Send me a postcard. Go on, there’s the door. You can do better? Let’s see how far you get. No takers? Fine. But get one thing straight… you’re staying? This isn’t a democracy anymore.
Last time I asked God for a favor and stopped to admire a view my son got shot. I try not to mix it up with the Almighty anymore. Best we stay out of each other’s way.
If you wanna kill me, you’re gonna have to do better than a wrench.
I’m not the good guy anymore.
I know this sounds insane, but this is an insane world.
