Amy had decided to take a chance on the pack of men that had come storming onto her property like some sort of unorthodox rescue squad. Life now was about taking chances and with death looming outside of the walls of her home it felt like her best option, even if it was a gamble.

"Well let's fuckin' go then, shit..." Negan eyed Amy as she arched her neck to look around him out a large picture window.

"We have a path to the attached garage over there if your guys can hold them off for another minute or two."

Negan glanced over his shoulder, seeing just the outline of the structure she was speaking of and huffed a laugh. "Give me a good fuckin' reason."

"I have big pickup truck loaded with shit... personal shit."

"Useful shit?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Useful shit," Amy confirmed.

Negan let out a deep sigh through his nose and reached for the walkie talkie again. "Hold them off for another minute. This woman is batshit crazy and I like it." He smiled and then continued on with his command, "Lead them away. Seems we have a vehicle to retrieve in the barn off to the side."

"Not getting back in with us?" A woman's voice came over the radio.

"No, Arat. I'm taking a chance on the farmer's daughter here." Negan reclipped the radio to his pants and then nodded. "We have a two minute window by my guess. Take the lead honey."

"I'm-"

"Not my honey... yeah, I know. Let's go."

Amy pulled the front door back open, watching as the herd had switched its focus to the loud beeping of the trucks as they began to slowly lead them away. When she felt it was safe she hurried out into the yard, feeling Negan at her heels as she made a run for the oversized two car-garage that had more of a barn appearance, as Negan had described. She looked once over her shoulder as they went, still sporting the shotgun and felt a sense of relief when they reached the tall double doors.

Negan glanced around, covering her as she unhooked two large, metal latches that led inside. "You know you should've probably locked this shit up."

"Someone would be pretty stupid to steal from me. I typically shoot on command if anyone steps foot on my property uninvited." She huffed a breath and looked over her shoulder at him, "Guess it's your lucky day."

He smiled wide and a ran a hand down his beard. "I have never enjoyed a threat so much in my life."

Amy flung the doors open with a grunt and immediately reached for a set off keys that hung on the wall off to the right. She nodded toward an old, beat-up maroon truck. "Get in."

Negan purposely took his time, loving the challenge she presented and wanted to push her buttons a bit. He ran his fingers over the top of a pitch fork. "We could use some of this farming shit."

"No time. Get in." Amy was already hopping in the driver's seat.

He removed it from it's perch and eyed the tool for a moment, bringing it with him around to the opposite side of the vehicle. He rested an elbow on the open passenger window, still admiring the pitchfork. "You know... on the days Lucille needs a rest this wouldn't be all that fuckin' bad."

She shook her head. "What does that even mean?"

"We'll talk on the ride."

"You seem like you love to do that."

"Well look at that." Negan smiled from ear-to-ear again, pulling the passenger door open and carefully placing the pitchfork into the back seat on top of several large duffle bags. "You seem like you have great character reading skills too."

Amy rolled her eyes and placed her foot on the clutch, sensing Negan watching her every move as she started up the standard truck.

"They don't make 'em like this anymore," he commented, impressed with her knowledge of driving what had become the old-fashioned way.

"They don't make 'em at all anymore." Amy put the car in drive, sending them jolting forward with a jolt that left Negan's head pressed back against the headrest. He let out a laugh, quickly radioed to his people that they were heading around the back side of the house and then looked over intently at Amy.

"You just worked your way up the ladder at the Sanctuary already."

"What's the Sanctuary? Sounds like a place that pretends to be safe but has ulterior motives... or some dark secret."

"I can sell water to a fuckin' well, but I'm not going to try to sell you on this. You can see for yourself and if you don't like it you can go... no questions asked but with much disappointment on my end."

"I'm not buying this 'no catch' bullshit."

"Oh, there's a catch and you're it."

"Huh?" Amy turned to him briefly before looking back out the windshield as they crossed over from the yard onto the long, unpaved driveway that led away from her farmhouse.

"You.. you are quite the fuckin' catch."

"Do women typically go for your cheesy pickup lines?"

Negan couldn't contain a smile. "All the time."

"You are a fresh reminder of why I remained single into my thirties."

He leaned back and rested his hands behind his head, closing his eyes while maintaining his grin. "Maybe it was you."

Amy turned to him again and shook her head. "You know... you really have a Bender from the Breakfast Club thing going on."

"Sweets... you couldn't ignore me if you tried," he quoted from the movie, making her laugh for the first time. Negan took in her body language - the easy grip she had on the steering wheel with her left hand while the other rested comfortably on the gear shift. "You are mighty fuckin' calm."

"Steady hand doesn't always mean a steady mind." Amy cleared her throat. "My poker face isn't bad."

"And how is your mind right now?"

"Still processing that my childhood home is in gone." She alternated glances out the window and to Negan beside her. "But I guess that's nothing in comparison to the people I've lost."

"Ever kill anybody?"

"Yes." Amy stared him down for an extra second, "You?"

"Yep." Negan nodded like it was nothing.

"Seems like you've got a good poker face too."

He pressed his eyebrows together. "Why do you say that?"

"Because... unless you're a complete psychopath killing doesn't come so easy... even in this world."

"Gets easier."

Amy shook her head. "No... we just learn to tolerate the pain that goes along with it. It doesn't get easier. We just become number to the idea of it."

"Hmm..." Negan thought for a moment and turned to stare out the open passenger window, letting his arm hang out. He sighed and let her words filter through him.

"So... are you some kind of psychopath or what?"

Negan didn't immediately respond, as his mind teeter-tottered on the yes and no line of his response. "Aren't we all just a little bit?"

"How did you know I was there? Were you guys watching me?"

"You know... I've never known anyone to answer a question with a question as much as me. I think I met my match."

"Answer," Amy demanded.

Negan was intrigued at her bold nature and wouldn't have typically tolerated being bossed around into answering a question, no matter how important or unimportant. With Amy, however, he played by her rules a bit. "We saw candles burning from a distance for multiple nights while scanning the area," he answered truthfully, "Figured someone had to fuckin' be here to light them."

"So why'd you come when you did and not before?"

"I thought there might be a shotgun-happy farmer girl waiting to blow my balls off for trespassing."

Amy managed a snicker again that she tried to suppress and then nodded to herself as her fingers curled around the steering wheel and she snapped the truck into the next gear when they hit the open road. "If you're not a gambling man you should be because those odds were right on."

"Close... but you did fuckin' spare my nuts and I appreciate that shit." Negan laughed lightly now and watched her shift again. "I like the way you drive this shit."

"I surprise a lot of men."

"I bet you do." He pointed up ahead, "Take this left up here."

Amy hit the gas rather than slow down, making Negan turn to look at her. She knew he wouldn't have hated the fact that she could sense the mild panic on his face and it made her mouth tip up in the slightest grin. Without warning, she took the left hard, purposely fishtailing the vehicle and sending a collection of dust and dirt into the air before regaining full control behind the wheel.

Negan raised his eyebrows and watched as her half-smirk turned into a full blown smile. She turned and looked at him, meeting his stare fully.

"Make you nervous?" She asked.

"Fuck... a little bit," he admitted, laughing again. "Shit."

Amy laughed again. "Gotta have a little fun, right?" She sighed and pointed with her first two fingers, "How far is the Sanctuary?"

"Couple miles. We'll get there soon if we don't hit traffic," he joked.

"Great... then you can tell me about Lucille."

Negan reached beside him for the bat he often doted over and held it up with one hand. "I may have to save that one for when we get back to my room, doll." He winked, pleased when she didn't scold him for referring to her in such a way this time and then placed the bat back down and enjoyed the rest of the wild ride.