Jaycee had quickly gone to Dwight's room, walking in and quickly turning around. "My fault, should've knocked." Jaycee scrunched her face up as she walked in on his shirtless. "Put a damn top on." She breathed out as he did, opening the door for her and closing it behind her. "What are you doing here? You're luckily Laura got lost. Or negan would've killed you."
"We was going to Hilltop, and Tara tried to kill me, chasing me down but we saw a group of saviours." Dwight started to explain as Jaycee crossed her arms over her chest. "They were going right where the group was, I had to reveal myself. Thats when they told me Laura didn't make it back, I thought you didn't make it back, J."
"No, I lost track of her, so I made my way back to Alexandria—Negan unsuccessfully loosing a fight against Rick." Jaycee shrugged her shoulders. "They thought you were dead, D. And I couldn't say I 'killed' you. But if Laura does turn up out of the blue, then we're both dead."
"That won't happen, I'll kill her myself." Dwight told her as she raised a brow, rolling her eyes at his words. "What? I will."
"Did you get yourself patched up? That will totally leave a scar." She fought against the smirk that was slowly making its way onto her lips. "People just love shooting you in the arm. You still got the scar from my bullet?" She asked with a grin, Dwight rolling his eyes.
"Hey, and you haven't apologised for that, yet." Dwight joined in with the joking as she scoffed.
"Sorry, you decided to bombard me, Daryl, Rosita in the middle of a railway and killed one of our people. Besides, your people shot me first." She pulled down her collar to show the scar on her shoulder. "So, I got my licks back. You'll get yours, one day." She patted his shoulder. "But you won't shoot me, because I'm always getting shot at." She shook her head. "And it hurts like a bitch." She hissed as Dwight grinned at her, shaking his head.
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