I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches

A shock interruption

The warm summer sun seemed to still linger high in the sky, as the first few days of September drifted slowly by.

The leaves on the trees surrounding the dusty Sanctuary lots had begun to turn a golden brown colour, as the fruit and vegetables in the walled garden began to grow and grow, ripening and becoming perfect for harvesting, ready for the Saviours' suppers (if they had enough points for them of course).

Blake had spent the last few days, since her arrival back here at the Sanctuary after that fateful night with the Wolves, tending solely to said-garden, only leaving it to grab a bottle of water and a hasty bite to eat.

Toiling here, meant she was safe and distracted, and she didn't have to think about other things that were indeed currently weighing on her mind.

That one other thing, being a certain person she had not managed to subdue her stubbornness enough to speak to yet.

Negan.

She had seen him of course, every single day since. And each and every time, the pair had merely shot each other frowning, lingering glances, before Negan had clenched his jaw and Blake had given a small huff, and both had stormed swiftly away....both of them hurting.

For it was killing Blake to be apart from him. But the longer the two of them went without speaking, the easier it was for her to presume that he was the one that did not want to speak to her.

That had to be it....right?

And so each time they had seen one other, be it in the canteen, passing down a corridor, or heading through one of the lots, Blake and Negan had stormed hurriedly away, leaving in a much fouler mood than a few moments prior.

But so far today, as the sun drifted lower in the sky that afternoon, Blake had been without a glimpse of the dark-haired man since yesterday...which had both infuriated, relived and saddened her, in equal measure.

Now, as the sun began to set, Blake found herself knelt on the ground, with a pair of heavy duty green gloves over her hands, plucking gooseberries from a small potted bush.

She had a silly old pop song playing over and over in her head and felt contented, plopping two or three gooseberries into a basket beside her, before brushing down the knees of her tight black jeans....just as a large, looming shadow fell across her.

The caramel-blonde woman, glanced up, squinting through the sunlight now, to see a tall, black Saviour named Danny standing there, with something heavy held tightly between both his hands.

"Where can I put this?" he asked her, his voice sounding slightly strained under the weight of what looked like some sort of huge tree, stuck into a large brown pot, far too small for it.

Blake gave a frown, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear now, looking slightly bemused.

"I....uh...I guess.....over there.." she said taking off her gloves and dropping them down beside her, before getting swiftly to her feet, brushing down the back of her pants as she did so.

She pointed over to a sunny corner of the walled space, leading Danny over to it.

He followed her, looking slightly grumpy at being made to carry the huge, heavy tree, before plonking it hastily down at her feet.

Blake pursed her lips together, eyeing both the bald-headed saviour and the weary-looking plant between them.

"W-where did you even get this?" she asked in confused voice, giving the Saviour before her the slightest of frowns.