*: ・゚✧ the walking dead season 3 episode 3.
feel free to change pronouns, wording, etc. as needed!
“ two dead. not sure about the other.”
“ save those rounds until you need ‘em.”
“ he’s saving them. we should show ourselves.”
“ ah-ah-ah. easy does it.”
“ mine’s a whole lot bigger than yours.”
“ now put down your weapons.”
“ that’s it. nice and easy.”
“ and let me see your hands.”
“ now, how’s about a big hug for your old pal, [name]?”
“ found them hiding in the woods.”
“ bringing a homework assignment for you, so open the lab.”
“ be at the gates in five minutes.”
“ why are we being held here?”
“ you’re not well enough.”
“ it’s dark. you should stay the night.”
“ bet you was wondering if i was real. probably hoping i wasn’t.”
“ i guess this old world gets a little smaller toward the end, huh?”
“ ain’t so many of us left to share the air, right?”
“ you know, when they found me, i was near bled out.”
“ thinking to myself a bullet might make a good last meal.”
“ take myself a nice long nap after.”
“ you were already gone.”
“ he wanted to keep looking, but things happen. people died.”
“ we got run off by a herd.”
“ i was separated from the rest of them. got left behind.”
“ i know what it feels like.”
“ what do you want from us?”
“ saved your asses. how about a thank you?”
“ who ain’t had a gun on ‘em in the past year, huh?”
“ hell, i think i’d piss my pants if some stranger come walking up with his mitts in his pockets.”
“ that’d be the son of a bitch you’d really want to be scared of.”
“ you’ve kept us locked up in this room.”
“ you see any bars on the windows? you’re being cared for.”
“ to protect our people. we don’t know you.”
“ we know enough about you to want out of this place.”
“ we watched you drive a knife into the skulls of two dead men.”
“ what the hell was that all about?”
“ doesn’t matter. however we die, we all turn.”
“ i put them out of their misery.”
“ it’s not easy news to swallow at first, but there it is.”
“ you’re not prisoners here, you’re guests.”
“ if you want to leave, as i said, you’re free to do so.”
“ draws too much attention.”
“ and you especially, you need a solid night’s sleep.”
“ you wouldn’t last another day out there in your condition.”
“ send you on your way. no hard feelings.”
“ some nicknames stick, whether you want them to or not.”
“ we’ll get them in the morning.”
“ what people? there’s nobody here. it’s a ghost town.”
“ you’ll be more comfortable here.”
“ water is limited, so keep it short.”
“ we got food, water, fresh clothes. hope this works.”
“ i know you’d feel better with your sword, more secure, but you’re safe here.”
“ now, i know you got a lot more questions, but i got work to do.”
“ it’s still a work in progress, but rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“ i think we’ve earned it.”
“ everybody copes in their own way.”
“ the whole place went to hell in a few hours.”
“ how many of you escaped?”
“ let me go find the rest. bring them here, where they’ll be safe.”
“ tell me where they are, and i promise, if they’re still alive, i’ll bring ‘em in.”
“ did you finish your homework?”
“ what the hell you call me?”
“ hey, where are we, back in the school yard?”
“ what, you want to take his lunch money while you’re at it?”
“ maybe i’ve wasted my time with you.”
“ maybe you haven’t learned anything at all.”
“ and you, i expect better.”
“ keep poking the bear and you’re bound to get mauled. remember that.”
“ walk with the biters, they think you’re a biter.”
“ low profile. that’s smart.”
“ feels like we’re trying to impose logic onto chaos.”
“ that is not a bad thing.”
“ no, but what does it buy us? more questions, more theories, no answers.”
“ i don’t want to question your judgement.”
“ sure you do. that’s why i need you.”
“ you’ve always said, every tool kit needs a hammer, but do you really feel the hammer is the right tool for that job?”
“ hard to believe you lasted so long out there.”
“ two against the world. it’s long odds.”
“ survival in the wild is tough sledding.”
“ wake up every morning on the ground wondering if today is the day.”
“ will it be quick and final or slow and, well, without end?”
“ will someone have the good sense to kill my brain or will i come back as one of them?”
“ do you think they remember anything? the person they once were?”
“ surely it must have crossed your mind.”
“ you did know them, didn’t you?”
“ so, what you have here. you expect it to hold? what if a herd comes through?”
“ it’s about getting back to who we were. who we really are.”
“ compromise our safety, destroy our community… i’ll die before i’ll let that happen.”
“ looks like you’re sitting pretty at the end of the wall.”
“ do i strike you as the kind of man who sits pretty?”
“ you reap what you sow. we’re the seed. now winter has passed, it’s time to harvest.”
“ we’re going out there and we’re taking back what’s ours. civilization.”
“ we will rise again. only this time we won’t be eating each other.”
“ you should take time to relax. get your strength back.”
“ have a look around, and who knows? maybe you’ll like what you see.”
“ have you ever trusted anybody?”
“ all we’ve been through, i still feel like i hardly know you.”
“ it was easier than you think.”
“ hey, hey, hey, hey, don’t shoot!”
“ no, hey, hey, hey, hey! we found your guy.”
“ now, he’s badly hurt, but he’s alive.”
“ the other guys didn’t make it, i’m sorry.”
“ he told me i would find you here. wants me to bring you to him.”
“ never waste a bullet, son.”
“ pick up the rest of these weapons.”
“ go put a merciful end to that young man’s days.”
“ i promised that i’d bring them back here alive.”
“ they didn’t have our walls, our fences. biters got there before we did.”
“ we didn’t know them, but we’ll honor their sacrifices.”
“ be thankful for what you have.”
“ so, what’s your real name? if it’s not asking too much.”