･ﾟ﹕Yes, Simon’s an asshole but he has his reason for it. Mine differ from the show because we don’t know much about him but he had a family before the world turn to shit. A wife, two kids, a sister who died before the start of it . . . everything just stacked up against him.

roses are red violets are blue my pornstache will tickle you

    if he ever had an opportunity to kill Negan, the boy knew he would take it– no hesitation. this man however– this man was second on his list. a domineering figure to be sure, as he stood nearly a foot taller than the boy himself, but he looked up, unaffected all the same. cool air breezed across where the hat had once been. and it angered him, it pissed him off and NOTHING would make him happier than to grab it back. but he remembered what happened the last time he had stood up against them– it had almost cost Olivia her life. so he only looked at him, blue eyes cold and calculating. he imagined what he’d look like pale && gone; how he’d look like with a bullet right between those LAUGHING EYES. and he didn’t want to do what he said, didn’t want to bow so low, he wasn’t like his father. not this time. 

    but lives were on the line– and there were so many people he didn’t want to die. swallowing his pride, he picked up the box, “what do you want? got some coloring books, a phone book too. I think we have some moth balls and some old pillows. maybe some extra old lady soap?” 

It tickled him inside, that spiteful attitude that’s toned down just a bit. They all learned from day two, about how they should act, speak, and look at the group of Saviors or god forbid, one of them dies again. Watching as he picked the box up, Simon just lightly scratched at his chin, as he listed off a few suggestions. “ If you plan on offering crayons, “ he countered, as he just took a step forward “ ------ BUT if you don’t got that shit, we don’t want it. “ He just smiled, as if he’s done nothing wrong, before he quickly raised his hand and knocked it right out of his grasp. Simon didn’t bother to watch it fly, eyes trained on the boy, as his smile grew even wider. He must have been boiling up inside, being toyed around like this. “ Pick it up and think about what you say next, kid. “ Maybe the next thing he should do was go straight to filling the box, without asking. “ Use your brain ----- What you have? We want tons of it. “ He was about to close his lips, that’s until he decided to set him off, when he remembered a certain archer was with them. “ Now that you asked . . I’d also like some dog food for your friend. He’s taken quite a liking to it . . have any? “

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