#staysaliive

   “Chocolate?” She repeated inquisitively, her fingers lacing behind Rick’s back as her hands rested against his back just above his belt. “You been holdin’ out on me?” The wolf nuzzled herself into his chest for a moment, happy to be back in his arms instead of wandering the outskirts of the woods. Not to say she didn’t enjoy her time doing actual scouting and patrolling, but she was just as glad to be with Rick at ‘home.’ She looked up him with a curious, playful look in her eyes. “So whatcha been up to while I was out? Besides hoarding candy, apparently.” 

“Thanks, Dad, so glad you have my back.  Knew I could count on you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t go--look at you, ya can barely walk.” She shook her head, putting her hands up to stop his protests before he started. “No, I’ll go. I’ll go get ‘em,” she looked to Hershel, ignoring the consistent fear tearing away at her gut. She swallowed it to stay as useful as she could for her nephew. “Where’s the school?” 

I’ve been wanting to say it a while and tbh it just sort of, came out, today. 

Lori swallows.  “Rick, it’s fine,” she adverts her eyes at this point, glancing down to the rip of her shirt sleeve from the car accident she’d been in earlier that day - there was blood she hadn’t noticed before.  It is now staining her shirt.  “It's just a scratch.  It’s nothin’ crazy, really.  I just didn’t want you to worry.” That is a little bit of the truth, having Rick worry about her seemed like the last thing Lori ever wanted because the two of them worried so much about each other.

That was the ‘right’ answer, wasn’t it? Back before all this shit went down. It didn’t do well to dwell on that too much. Opened too many cans of bad worms. “Okay if I let myself get a little selfish. Can I just say how much I miss going to the movies?” Dom held up a hand like a just hear me out, other hand trying not to tip his drink too much before he took a sipper. “My ex would always make fun of how I like to dump M&Ms into the popcorn but it’s the best. He had no taste. And I miss chaperoning the cinema field trips for my kids. I mean not my kids. I don’t have kids,” he started rambling slowly, hand rubbing on his face for a second before he took in a breath. “Students. My students.” Another deeper breath and he shrugged. “That’s probably a really –  boring answer.” He probably would have had a more outlandish answer in the past but it was funny how some of the simple things were what you ended up missing the most. 

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