You and Jesus had liked each other for a while now, but never said anything about it to each other. You were on a scavenge, when a Walker toppled over you, your knife fell out of your hand. You were on the ground, it was an inch from taking a bite from your neck when Jesus killed it. He threw the walker to the side, to lean over you and check your skin for a bite. “Are you hurt?” He asked. You just stared, then in a quick moment you pulled him down and pressed your lips to his.