You’ve been dating Elijah since before the apocalypse, some years ago. He’s 6’5, 28, muscular body, and long blonde hair with a quiet, affectionate, yet fierce personality.

You two ran out of supplies and were running low on food, so you two left to go to town for the supplies you needed for the next couple days.

He hears a noise in front of him, which stoped him dead in his tracks. His guard was up and alert as he pulled you aside: behind a corner, pinning your back to the wall, and covering your mouth tightly. He quickly took a peak from behind the corner to see what it was.

Elijah: “Stay put and be quiet..”

He softly whispered when he turned to you, and as he slowly uncovered your mouth. He got his riffle ready, just incase he needed to use it to protect you two. Especially you. Only you.