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Her baby blue jeans sank into the mud-like dirt beneath her, fingers massaging the soil as she watched Vincent leaned over the garden packing the soil over the seeds they'd planted. His hair swirled in front of his face in curls he'd never had before and patches of brown lined his cheeks. They were both dirty from top to bottom from throwing mud at each other in the midst of a bickering, then went back to quietly planting their seeds.
It had been a week and Vincent made it his mission to collect as many seeds as possible on his runs. Soon enough, with Simon's permission, they had a placid little area by the fence to grow their flowers. It hadn't started off too well, they fought over where to place things and what it should look like, but in the end they came to a mutual agreement. When finished they were covered in sweat and dirt, slumped by the chain link fence admiring their work.
Vada tied her hair up into a perspiring, tight ponytail. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Vincent gave her a short look with narrow eyes, then looked back toward the garden. It was just tossed dirt with a wooden border. "There's no flowers yet, Vada."
"Life is forthcoming. It's beautiful." She raised her arms and rid her plaid cover up, leaving her in no more than a tight black tank and loose, dirtied jeans.
"You're covered in dirt," he stated, eyes roaming up and down her body. Vada curled her fingers in the soil and flicked a bit at him, making him flinch back.
"So are you."
"Nice." He laughed, throwing his head back against the fence. Vada mimicked his movements. Then she raised her head, sweeped her eyes over the crowd of people gathered outside the sanctuary and squinted.
"Where's Negan?" She asked, bringing a hand to her chin. Vincent let out an annoyed groan and threw his chin back.
"Why do you care?"
"Just do. Haven't seen him all day."
"Saw him leave earlier today. Went alone, too." Vincent ripped a blade of grass from the dirt and placed it between his teeth. Vada narrowed her eyes and scurried up from the soil, wiping the knees and bottoms of her jeans.
"Alone? What do you think he was doing?"
Vincent squinted at the sun and fiddled with the grass between his lips. "Like I'd know. The man hates me."
Vada crossed her arms over her chest and gave a half shrug. "I don't think he hates you." Vada mimicked Vincent's movements and twirled a blade of grass between her lips. "He just likes to be an asshole sometimes to show dominance."
