Haunted | Daryl Dixon

"No! No way in hell!"

If looks could kill, Gregory would long since have been six feet under.

It wasn't just the combined intensity of Daryl and Evelyn's glares- from where they leaned against the bookshelves on the back wall of the office- it was the deadly looks from everyone in the group.

They all looked a mixture of pissed off, annoyed, and ready to throw punches.

"That was not the deal," Gregory continued his angry pacing about the room, "You people swore you could take the Saviors out, and you failed."

"I don't know if you noticed," Evelyn snarled from the back of the room, causing a few eyes to shoot her way, "But we've accomplished more in our short interactions with them than you have in the entire time you've known them."

The way Gregory's angry gaze landed on Wright didn't settle well with multiple people in the room, but the woman just leaned back and raised a lazy brow at him, daring him to comment against her.

He stared at her for another moment before continuing his pacing once more, "So, any arrangement we once had is now done- null and void." Arrogance seeped into his tone, "We aren't trade partners, we aren't friends, and we never met." His eyes locked with Evelyn's once more, raising his own eyebrows this time, "Hmm? We don't know each other."

Wright scoffed loudly with a roll of her eyes whilst Daryl did the same thing from beside her, just slightly quieter.

"I owe you nothing," The man sat down in the chair behind the desk, "In fact, you owe me for taking the refugees, at great personal risk."

Evelyn went to push herself off the wall and stalk closer to him, only for another voice to cut her off.

"Oh, you were very brave staying in here while Maggie, Caspian, and Sasha saved this place." Jesus called up sarcastically, causing the brunette woman to shoot him a look of approval, "Your courage is inspiring."

She had been told about the Saviors attacking, about the havoc they had wreaked and the damage they had cost. About how her small group had been the only ones to step forward and take charge of the situation, saving this entire community in the process.

"Hey, don't you work for me?" Gregory snipped, shooting daggers to the long haired man, "Aren't we friends?"

Rick glanced to the back of the room, eyes briefly finding Evelyn's before leaning forward, "Gregory, we already started this."

"You started this-" He tried to argue.

"We started this." Grimes cut him off fiercely, "And we are gonna win."

"These are killers." The coward attempted once more.

"You really wanna live like this?" Evelyn exploded, stomping across the room until she was directly across from him and slammed her hands against the desk, "You really wanna live under Negan's thumb? Working your lives away for him as he sits on his high throne without anyone to take him down?"

Her words were beginning to become personal and she knew it, but she didn't dare tear her eyes away from Gregory, already sensing her group glancing warily to one another behind her back.

The man had to tear his eyes away from her as he began stuttering out nervously, "S-sometimes we don't get to choose what our lives look like. Sometimes, Everly, you have to count the blessings you have."

Evelyn opened her mouth, ready to blurt out absurdities that would be sure to have Rick cringing for Carl's and Finn's sake, but she was cut off as Maggie came up behind her, placing a soft hand on her shoulder as if to calm her down.