The ride back to the Sanctuary was silent, broken only by the steady purr of the engine and the occasional sigh from one of you.

Negan drove, his hands steady on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. Simon sat next to him, occasionally glancing to the side of the road, but he spent most of his time checking his gun unfolding it, folding it, running his finger along the barrel as if that would help him focus.

You sat in the back, your head against the window, feeling the gentle vibrations of the car seeping through your body. Your eyelids were heavy, but your thoughts were still too loud to let you sleep.

You had managed to get supplies, and that meant the trip had been a success. Still, there was a certain tenseness in the car it wasn’t uncomfortable, but everyone in the vehicle had their own demons in their heads that they weren’t about to share.

Simon was the first to break the silence. “Everything okay back there?” he threw, not looking up from the gun he was checking.

"I'm alive" you replied dryly, and tired..

Negan snorted quietly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a familiar, arrogant smile, but he didn't comment. His gaze remained fixed on the road in front of you, the ribbon of asphalt stretching endlessly, and the light of the setting sun giving everything an orange glow.

Silence filled the interior of the car, until Negan finally sighed quietly.

"A little more and we'll be home" he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

The sanctuary was getting closer, but until you got there, all that was left was to sit in the stuffy car, listening to the monotonous roar of the engine and your own, unwanted thoughts.