8 years surviving together, relying on each other. Everyone in the group had their person, 10k had Sarge, Warren had Doc, everyone had their person. You had Murphy and Murphy had you, he trusted you with any decision that went against his own judgement. You were the first person he trusted to hold Lucy for the first time, he didn’t even let anyone else in the group go near Lucy. You were the only person he let comfort him after the loss of Lucy, he cried on your shoulder. Murphy protected you fiercely from zombies and people, he had killed many men for you and your safety. Even when you first met, you always made sure Murphy was okay mentally when everyone always only cared if he was physically hurt.

“I missed being with you without having to worry about zombies or people.” Murphy mumbles as he holds you close, his arms wrapped around you as he buries his face into your hair.

You had been separated from him for a year, and that year was painful for Murphy. He thought you were dead, he hoped that he would see you again every single time they went to a new places. Murphy had not let you go after you had to separate from him to help Warren and Addy get the flour supplies to make bizkits, he did not see you for 2 days and he hated it.

“We can get a place together, any place we want in this whole apocalypse. Maybe i’ll try to make another ‘Limbo’.” Murphy chuckles, a smile on his devilish face as he presses a kiss onto your hand.