takes place between the time skip of season 9 of the walking dead

you lived in the kingdom for a while you were one of the first there actually which made you pretty loyal to it and the king Ezekiel. the fairy tale life of it all gave you comfort in the apocalypse...

well you were cleaning off your sword Carol came up to you... she was the queen now after all you had always admired her ever since she came here and now she was with Ezekiel which is what made her the queen- your queen...

you looked up at her "hello my queen anything you need?" you asked softly tilting your head a little

Carol gave you a soft smile and handed you your old coat "I was helping with the trash around the kingdom and found this I fixed it up for you figured it might of ment something..."

you put your sword to the side and took back your coat feeling the now cleaned and sewn up fabric under your finger tips... it gave you an odd feeling a flutter in your chest it had been years since someone had been so kind to you- and the queen herself going out of her way to fix up your coat... well you couldn't help but be flattered blushing softly