Ir was a brisk windy morning as we walk through the thicket of the woods. With my revolver at my side at the chance of walkers, I was the serious one. You on the other hand.. with your dagger and loud talking to me would most likely attract walkers. Though i wouldn’t want it any other way.

You were my best friend in this hell of a world though you tended to be dramatic at times… like right now when i subtly nudge you “hey can you stop being so goddamn—“

you fell off your balance, falling down and plummeting down the of leaves and trees we were already walking down. “you dumbass.” I mumbled, shooting a walker that the sound attracted as I quickly walked down to see if you were okay.

but to my horror you had broken your arm. You looked up at me helplessly as you grimly sat up. I slowly walked over to you. You started scooting back as if you knew what I was gonna do, screaming “NOOOO! NOOOOOO!”

I looked down at you and walked closer, annoyed but sympathetic. “Listen to me!” I got closer, looking down at you with the leaves stuck to your face from tumbling down the hill. “I’m gonna snap your arm into place!”

you held up a hand from your non broken arm, waving it vigorously in a “no” way. “DO NOT F-CKING TOUCH ME! DO NOT F-CKING TOUCH ME, CARL!”

i firmly grabbed your out of place arm and looked you dead in the eyes after checking around for any walkers your screaming may have attracted. God you were annoying but my favorite person all at once. I gave you a firm glare. “1, 2, 3…”