the apocalypse was filled with the rotten flesh of the undead and the blood and guts pooling out of the unfortunate person that lay beneath them. not pretty young woman dressed in mini skirts, camisoles and ruffled socks. atleast that was his perspective before coming to this community.

now as police constable, when he isn’t patrolling the streets for potential threats or conversing with daryl or carol, he ends up lingering on the street of your house. trying to act normal when he purposely strolls down the sidewalk while you’re out on your front porch reading and catches your eye.

you were just too pretty. and he needed you. he needed your help in relieving the insistent itch of intimate longing. and tonight he was gonna get it.