Amy wasn't the type to sit around and mope. There was a part of her that felt like her heart had been ripped out, though her mind won the battle and she decided to be who she had always been - the strong, level-headed woman, not the girl who cried over a man. She knew she could have indulged in the wave of disappointment though rather she decided to keep herself occupied and useful.

Despite the bittersweet memories that lingered in the garage, Amy knew she could be of help there and so that was where she went.

When she entered there were four men doing odd jobs. Two were fill cars with gas from oversized red containers, one was hooking up jumper cables from one car to the next and the fourth was behind the wheel of an old Volkswagen. Dwight stood overseeing it all, puffing on a cigarette by the open bay door.

"Dwight." Amy approached him drawing just quick looks from the others. "What can I do?"

He blew smoke into the air and let the cigarette sit in between his first two fingers. "As far as.."

"In here," she elaborated, "I know my way around a garage."

He eyed her for a moment. "Did Negan send you?"

"No. But right now this is where I'm most useful. I'd like to help out. I have no other work assignments for the day."

Dwight thought for a moment. A part of him felt as though he should radio for Negan but another part of him felt he was more than capable of making the decision for himself.

"Fine," he agreed, "Extra set of hands never hurts. We have oil, believe it or not, so we might as well use it and get whatever life we can out of these old clunkers." Dwight flicked his cigarette and waved her with him, blowing the last of the smoke into the air. "Ever do an oil change?"

"Yes," Amy explained, "Which car?"

Dwight walked her over toward a set of jack stands and bent down to pick one of them up. "Here." He handed it over and then picked up the second one, "You and I can work on this Jeep."

"Great," she said with mild enthusiasm, prompting him to look back. "Thanks Dwight."

"Thanks for putting you to work?"

Amy realized her polite gesture must have sounded odd but she nodded. "Yeah."

..x

Amy found herself feeling better as she worked, rolling in and out from under the car. The on-the-go nature of the afternoon had kept her busy in a way that didn't feel like work. Unlike most of the women she knew, it was cars and the hands-on dirty work that kept her going. She had always felt like she didn't quite fit the norms of what a lot of her friends enjoyed. Shopping, braiding hair and getting dressed up we're never much of interest to her. Amy's calling had always been in the rugged outdoorsy types of activities. A part of her credited her survival in the new world to the lifestyle she had lived all of her life.

Throughout the afternoon Amy had lost herself in her work so when she heard Negan's voice as he entered the garage she wanted to stay underneath the car she was working on. When Dwight unintentionally revealed her whereabouts, even pointing out her good work, Amy wanted to float away and hide.

She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, resting a hand on her sweat-damp forehead for a moment before turning her head when she heard the scraping crunch of Negan's boots along the floor.

While she began to acknowledge the hurt from Simon's revelation about Negan's room of other lovers, anger began to override that feeling.

"I told her she didn't have to," Dwight said to him.

Amy shook her head, not wanting to be bothered. A part of her wished she still had her farm. The land they owned had once felt endless and getting the much needed space she craved now would have been possible had she been at home.

The Sanctuary was beginning to feel like home but that warmth she had experienced in her friendship and courtship with Negan was replaced with vastly different emotions.

When Amy opened her eyes she saw Negan's boots as he walked beside the car. Rather than let the anxiety of the moment grow she decided to face him and ducked out from under the car.

Negan's eyes immediately met hers and she matched his stare without saying anything.

"You didn't have to-" he began but she cut him off.

"I wanted to," Amy said with a confident nod.

Dwight looked back and forth between them before taking Amy's place beneath the car.

"Can we talk outside?" Negan asked quietly.

"What about?"

He gave her a look but she waited for his response. "About the last thing we talked about."

"I'd rather not." She headed toward the oversized bay door simply so the others wouldn't hear her business. When Negan followed she felt like she could have unleashed on him again but she kept her composure.

"Give me a chance to explain."

"You has long enough to explain," Amy said to him. "And if I didn't stumble upon that on my own then I still would be doting on you and sleeping in your bed like an idiot. I found out on my own, and you know what.." She thought for a moment, "You don't owe me anything because we had nothing to begin with."

"You know that's not fuckin' true, Amy."

"We got along, we hit it off and we slept together. It happens. We had a little thing and it was.. great; but now things have changed a little bit."

"Those women, they.." Negan grew frustrated looking for a way to not sound like a complete asshole.

"They what? They don't mean anything?" Amy shook her head. "That's worse. At least if you had some type of connection with them there would be one part of this that wasn't disrespectful and shallow. But like you said, you don't have friends and you like it that way."

Negan found himself speechless again. She was right. Amy stood before him calling him out on his bullshit more than anyone had in his life. It made the moment all the more gut wrenching for him and made his growing attachment to her stronger.

"You owe me nothing," she added calmly.

"I don't feel that way."

"I do." Amy put her hands on her hips and looked around. She then looked him back in the eye. "I'm going to Alexandria tomorrow."

"No you're not."

"You might have all these people under your thumb here, Negan, but I'm not that type of person." She shook her head. "The only way I'm not going is if you kick me out or kill me." Amy began to slowly walk backwards. "Otherwise I'll see you bright and early tomorrow."