FEAR ⇾ THE WALKING DEAD

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He turned to her. "Rosita. She's lovely. She has done so much for me and I'm grateful, but I think," he dropped his voice. "I think I might have a thing for someone else I've recently gotten close to and I don't know what to do other than feel guilty for. . ." he trailed off.

What a dick, Ella thought.

"Cheating." Ella finished for him. She almost couldn't believe it. From the sound of it, he had been using Rosita up until he met someone else and now he was going to hurt her much more than anyone had hurt her. Abraham was an asshole. He nodded when she said that. He stared at her for answers. "End things with Rosita before you hurt her very badly. She loves you and I think if she knew you didn't love her as much as she loved you. . ." that was all Ella could honestly say. He was going to royally fuck things up no matter what by saying the wrong things to her to end things for the other woman.

"Yeah that's one way to look at it."

She patted him on the back. "Just do the right thing."

He nodded. "I will."

She smiled. "And just so you know, you're not alone with thinking about settling down with someone for the rest of your life. Rick and Michonne did it, Glenn and I did it and many others have as well. I'm sure you could too."

He chuckled. "Thank you."

She nodded, then left.

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GREGORY DIDN'T WANT to help with Alexandria's food situation if the group couldn't give him what he wanted. He was going to let all those children, women, and men starve all because he didn't want ammunition to help his own community with their own problems. Ammunition always went a long way even if one had loads of it anyways. Ammunition was usually something you tried to save onto, not push away and pretend it didn't exist. Ella couldn't believe they came all the way out here just to be turned down from a good and very needed trade. She wanted to go home, she didn't want to be here if they didn't have anything Gregory wanted for the wellbeing of his people.

"We want to generate trade. Gregory does," Jesus explained. Everyone was stressed, even Jesus. "But ammo isn't something we urgently need."

Rick sat up. "Well, how's that?"

"The walls hold. We just brought in more medicine," Jesus replied. "Gregory wants the best deal possible."

Daryl paced back and forth. He remarked, "Yeah, well, we want things, too."

"We want food. We came all this way, we're gonna get it." Rick added on.

Jesus took in a breath. "I will talk to him and we will work this out," he looked Rick in the eye. "Circumstances change. We're doing well now, and you will next. I will make him understand that. Can you give me a few days?"

Rick and Michonne we're looking at each other. It was silent for a long time. Ella's eyes drifted between the two. It seemed they were talking to each other but without saying a word. How long have they been hooking up? Rick seemed to be defeated by something. He replied, "Yeah. We can."

Jesus softly laughed. It wasn't out of joy. It was out of irritation. Rick didn't seem to want to have any of it if he wasn't getting any food, and Jesus certainly didn't like that, which Ella thought was hilarious. Anyone who was promised something but didn't recieve it would be just as angry as Rick and his group were. Jesus would probably react the same if roles were reversed.  Ella rolled her eyes at Jesus, standing up to look out the window.

Footsteps ran up onto the porch, loud and thunderous. The group stood up. A scared and worried man ran in, the door slamming behind him, forcing Gregory to come out to see what happened. "What's wrong?" he questioned.