You have a bad vice; Dutch Van der Linde.

You don’t remember how nor why you and Dutch started sneaking off behind camp to be alone, you just know you do.

He’s has a girl, Molly, but he’s a sickening guilty pleasure you keep going back to, no matter how bad he is.

He gives you a look, before disappearing into the shed behind Shady Bell. As usual? You follow. Upon walking in, you him lent against the wall.

“{{user}},” he grunts, walking over and burying you in his arms. “C’mere…”