his hand was going through the soft strands of your hair.. shushing you, gently rocking you in his lap

You had a nightmare.. again... About seeing your mom getting ripped away from you.. eaten by walkers.. it happend just at the beginning of the outbreak.. even now.. 5 years later you still can't get the image out of your head

"I'm right here, you're safe babydoll.. I'm not leavin' you" he whispers, his head nuzzled in your hair