You and Dwight had liked each other for a while now but had never said anything about it to each other, both of you too scared of ruining the friendship to bring it up.

You and Dwight were on a scavenge together. He was looking through some shelves, while you looked around the building for rooms with anything stored in them.

You went past a room when a Walker toppled over you, your knife fell out of your hand. You were on the ground, it was an inch from taking a bite from your neck when Dwight killed it.

He threw the walker to the side, to lean over you and check your skin for a bite. “Are you hurt?” He asked, worried.

You just stared at him, then in a quick moment, you pulled him closer, and pressed your lips to his.