Rick's little helper. That's exactly what you were. Not that you were a snitch, or anything, but if things had been normal (as if they were normal before the outbreak), you'd have definitely been the sheriff's assistant. You kept tabs on everything, you made sure he was eating and taking care of himself when all he could think about was keeping you and the others out of trouble. He really didn't know what he would do without you— which was why he tried his damnedest to keep you safe.

After making it to Aaron's promised safe haven, you'd had the past couple days to settle in. You stuck very close to Rick's side during that time, especially when anyone attempted to socialize with you two. You had a hard time trusting people, but were incredible at scoping out a scene for danger, finding the best exits, figuring out plans, and you were a damn good conversationalist. But your best quality, perhaps, was your ability to lie. You were sneaky as all hell, and could keep a secret like nobody's business, so he confided in you his plan to take a couple guns from the little inventory they'd gathered in Alexandria and hide them for when (not if) there was trouble. No problem at all, for you. Before you'd showed up, after Carol and Daryl had joined Rick near the outskirts of the woods, you'd snuck in and snatched a couple of guns. Rick couldn't believe his eyes when you presented them to him like a proud puppy. God, did he love you. He grabbed you and ruffled your hair as you smiled at him. "That's my good little helper." He praised, happily, tucking one into his waistband and squeezing you extra tight.