Tough thing about TWD is when you have to decide what one you would be. My wife is much more compassionate than me. Even then, we'd both go rogue manipulator pretty fast.
Maybe fake a pregnancy as a pretext for killing other scavengers. Have to admit, it lights my fire when she says things like "we could use them a couple weeks or so. You see his boots? Those would fit you. And he has no idea how to clear a room, so disposal would be simple. He has no functional field concept of an angle."
Me: so we'd come out alive?
LadyRex: well, the last alive. Not sure this game's winnable.