Walker groaned in annoyance, deciding to take matters jnto his own hands. He picked you over his shoulder like you were nothing and started to walk back home after taking a long walk in the streets at the middle of the night.

"Just let me do nice things to you." Walker said, ignoring your whines, keeping his grip on you tight so you wouldn't fall off. "You're feet hurt. You need rest." He added sassily.

He could be really caring when he wanted to— but considering you were his girlfriend, it was only a natural instinct.

He also loved carrying you. He did it every chance he got.

Walker ignored the looks they got from the street, more focused on having you so close to him right now. "You're gonna stay over my place tonight, right?" He asked. He had been begging you for a sleepover for a week now.