"It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more?"
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Grace rested her elbow against the side door, watching the trees blur together as Negan drove fast down this empty road. It was a long and boring trip, with Negan filling the silence with stories that she wasn't even listening to because he was making her dizzy.
Being with him made her feel guilty, like she was betraying Daryl.
She contemplated asking Negan about Toni, to see if he knew anything about him. He was one of his men. It made her cringe. Grace wrestled with her thoughts, staring blankly at the greenery.
"Talk to me, Grace. You're killin' me here."
She pushed herself up, standing straight in her seat. "Hi."
He chuckled, shooting her a glance. "Hello to you too, darlin'. Glad to see you're finally tuning in."
"I told you I'd work for points, not go out on runs with you."
"Fuck the points. We are on a mission to get you a new shirt!" Negan announced enthusiastically.
Grace looked down at her top. "This one is fine."
"Don't get me wrong, you look sexy as hell in my shirt!" He smiled, licking his bottom lip and eyeing her like he was secretly undressing her. "But sweetheart, you are drowning in that shit."
With raised brows, she clutched the cuffs of the cotton sleeves. "This is yours?"
"It was. Now it's yours."
Her skin crawled. She was wearing his fucking shirt. Negan enjoyed it, his shit-eating grin and locked gaze giving it away.
She tilted her head. "Eyes on the road."
His head pulled back as he laughed lightly before doing so. "Whatever you say, boss lady."
"So, we're driving all this way for clothes?"
"Well, if I'm being totally honest." He looked briefly at her. "I was itchin' to get outta there. I know you were too."
She pursed her lips and nodded. "You got any music?"
"Ho-ley shit, are we about to party?" Negan teased. His leather-covered hand reached over to pull open the glove compartment, taking out a CD case and handing it to Grace.
She wouldn't admit it, not in front of Negan, but she was on cloud nine while flipping through the CD case. It'd been so long since she's heard any of these albums. Those silver plastic circles contained all she needed in life. Music was her lifeline, her aphrodisiac, her everything. Another thing that she definitely wouldn't admit was that Negan had good music taste.
