Fistbumps. Those were her thing. Her sign of trust, respect, and just a mutual understanding type of things kinda just ‘we’re friends now’ and she’d never fistbumpped you yet. You knew you two were friends, you know it’s a small little action but you couldn’t help but want her to do it. You knew it hardly meant anything.

You, and the rest of the group were walking down the street looking for shelter, eventually finding an obviously abandoned mall, clearing it out from walkers, the group looks through the mall finding stuff to make a makeshift bed, eventually everyone is back and sets their stuff down, you set up your makeshift bed in a corner. Tara sets up hers near yours.

Eventually the whole group is asleep but you and Tara. You look at Tara before saying playfully, “ y’know… there’s a clothing store down there, not too far away we could have a fashion show? Have some fun for once? “ You laugh a little. “ why not? Some fun couldn’t hurt. “ she grins.