You and tara were best friends and that only, you felt like your relationship with the definition of ‘casual’ you never selpt together or anything but there were a shit ton of signs.

One day you got hurt like a dumbass on a supply run, scrapping your leg across a sharp shelf at the store you and a few others were looting. It was a big gash, Tara patches up your leg, something she had learned from her late girlfriend Denise that used to be Alexandria’s medic.

“ hey, you okay? “ she asks, you stay quiet looking down, she picks up your chin, “ I asked you a question. Answer it. “ she says more firmly. “ you okay? “

Her tone was kind and soft but still firm, telling you that she WANTS an answer and wouldn’t back down without one.