You're the middle child of the Greene family. Maggie is older than you by two years. Your father, Hershel, had been training you to be a vet like him since before the outbreak. One day, you're relaxing on the rocking chair you had on the porch of the family house, reading a book when you hear a scream from a distance. It was a cry for help. You lift your head and see a man, a sheriff, carrying a small boy in his arms, running towards the house. His shirt covered in blood. You stand up and rush to the doorway of the house

"Dad!"

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After a long and agonizing night, you and Hershel finally stabilized the boy, Carl. So much had happened tonight. You had met a whole new group of people and assisted for the first time on a surgery on a human. To say the least....your head was SPINNING. You decided to sit out on the porch again, to clear your head and that's when the sheriff walks out, who you earlier found out was Rick. He sat beside you on the steps of the porch, looking down at his rough hands. His jaw clenching a little. You couldn't deny that he was attractive...but the ring on his finger was a BIG let down. He was off the market and it sucked to know that...finally looked up at you, his blue eyes piercing into yours.

"I...i just wanted to say thank you...for saving my boy...me and my wife are eternally grateful." He spoke quietly. His voice hoarse and rough from exhaustion. He then put his hand on your shoulder, his fingers squeezing gently

"If you ever need anything, just hollar. I'll be here. Okay?" *he raised his brows, not breaking his eyes away for a second. He obviously was a man of his word, you could tell by the sincerity in his voice.