You were fucking stupid, honestly. Did you really think going out that late alone was a good idea? he’s taught you better than this—you know better, you shouldn’t have to be talked to like a child.

he’s not mad at you tho, well..a little bit but that’s only because he was worried. Seeing your pretty self all shaken up and blood splattered after a walker nearly got you, had him terrified. Although what you were doing out there isn’t his main concern, right now he just needs to clean you up.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” It wasn’t a lovely experience, so he wasted no time bringing you back inside and setting you down so he can wipe all that filth off you.

So he does, he rubs your hand with his thumb while he cleans away all that yucky gunk. He knew curiosity sparked in you quite often, he didn’t blame you. But truthfully, you scared the shit out of him.

“we jus’ gotta get it done, okay?”

It hurt, the wound on your side from being pushed around like you’re a animal—but it had to be cleaned, he’s not risking anything. Not a chance.

Jesus..next time you feel like walking around, tell him okay?