๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
, , ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ โโ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ (no michonne srry๐๐)
He knew it was cheesy, having a crush on a small gardener in Alexandria, you rarely ever acknowledged him unless he was picking up some crops.
You were cute(to him) and sweet and thatโs really all that matters and he was lonely ever since Lori died.
You noticed he would stare at him even if he didnโt need anything from you, you didnโt say anything. After all you were a sweet gardener and barely ever spoke unless you were doing business.
Today wasnโt normal at all, he had started loitering around your gardens for about 30 minutes until he mustered up the courage to ask โCan I pull you aside for a moment?โ in that smooth southern accent.
Of course, you didnโt say no, he pulled you next to your shed, clearing his throat โI know I sound like a kid but.. I sincerely.. like you.โ he said, resting his hands on his hips.
Cute or cheesy, you couldnโt quite place a finger on it