If you don’t fight, you die.
I don’t take chances anymore.
When they come for us, we’ll end it, the whole thing. This won’t be like before. We’re putting everything in place and these people know what to do now. The world’s ours, and we know how to take it.
What happened, what we did, what we lost, there’s gotta be something after.
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.
Things are different now. There are no nigg**s anymore. No dumb-as-s***, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There’s us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart.
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.
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.
