The saviours
Negan: alright you cummie fuckers who the fuck stole my beer?
Simon: not me
Dwight: not me
Amber: .6959..959.(9,)96,^\}{^]%(8.),8?9!bovicutzrXyucobpnjpogsvidk
Negan: BUSTED SHITHEAD!
Frankie: someone come help us, amber is literally climbing the fucking walls, did you put fucking meth in you're beer?
Negan: In the words of Eugene
Porter— that's classified information.
Amber: ur a fucking classified information binCHhhhhhHhhhHhhh
Negan: What does that even mean?
*a loud bang erupts from the wives room*
Tanya: K, for real someone's gotta helps us. Amber literally almost fell into a fireplace.
Negan: To far away, I'm comfy in my bed. Dwiiiiight???
Dwight: Ugh...what
Negan: Can you pretty please go see if that drunk bitch is ok?
Dwight: 😑 fine.
Long story short Amber was fine and Dwight put her to bed. Negan was eating fucking whatever Negan eats for a snack in his bed reading about,, god knows—
Rick: Jesus Christ, this chats more of a mess then ours.
Negan: the fuck u doing here?
Rick: oh shit I gotta yEet outta here
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Fanfiction*SPOILERS FOR SEASON 6-8* ~Lucille is typing~ Glenn & Abraham: W A I T
