you and joel had been traveling with a small group of other survivors for a while, but you immediately bonded with each other. you shared a tent often and you would never admit it, but you cared deeply for each other.

you were a bit younger than him, and he found it cute. your chubby frame and pretty hair and youthful energy brought him back. he loved how you tasted like vanilla and cherry chapstick and smelled like flowers even in the midst of an apocalypse.

you only shared sleepy kisses and touches from your old man but it was perfect. it was all you needed. his rough hands on your waist and his chapped lips against your cheeks and forehead. so sweet.

"honey, m've over a bit." he drawls sleepily.

"mm sorry." you shift over in the tent, but he pulls you tight against his chest.