"ah, ya poor thing," his voice bordered on sarcasm, when Rick - though a bit roughly - rubbed specks of dirt from your knees. weren't you just the clumsiest little thing, it had him wonder more times than not just how you would survive without him.

you probably wouldn't...

you were just always so easily stumbling over ... nothing. your arms and knees were always littered with bruises and cuts, from where you'd fall into a bush or knock your limbs against furniture. a lost cause, really. but he loved you like this. loved doting on you, loved taking care of you. you were just so sweet for him. "there, all better?"

you couldn't rest for long though, the woods would soon be filled with wandering walkers, and he wanted to get you back to Alexandria before night would fall.