Dwight really likes his sandwich.


"Nice Sandwich," you say and Dwight gives you this look that makes you realise you're disturbing him.

Shit, you've only been at the Sanctuary for a couple of weeks and so far you've managed to stay under the radar of Negan and his top lieutenants.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to split it," you half joke as you hurry past him, dying inside and making a mental note never to comment on his sandwich again. In fact it's probably best you avoid Dwight from now on.

Two Days Later

The door of the watch tower opens, you feel the chill blow in and crane your neck to see who it is since you're not due to be relieved of watch for another couple of hours. You see the back of a blonde head and your heart skips a nervous beat as realisation almost makes you fall from the executive chair you're slouched in.

Dwight walks over to where you're sitting and without a single word holds out his hand to present a grease proof paper parcel, carefully wrapped and deliciously heavy as he places it in your palm.

You can smell the egg and the ripe, juicy tomatoes as you unwrap the paper. Your mouth fills with saliva, anticipating your first bite and your stomach gives a embarrassing growl of appreciation that forces a small laugh from Dwight tight lips.

Your eyes flick to his, "thanks."

He doesn't say anything, just opens up his own paper parcel, takes a seat on the edge of the desk and tucks into his lunch.

You take a bite, it really is a nice sandwich. It might even be the best sandwich you've ever eaten.


A/N- Thank you for reading

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