stopped howling at the moon

The last people he’d seen tried to kill him, take what little he had, and he’d be damned if he’d risk being nice too soon again. She had a sarcastic edge, possibly someone he would have instantly gotten along with before hell came to earth, but right now he was deaf to it, ignoring her question completely as he moved towards the bottom of the staircase, senses on high alert and his gun held steadily at her just in case she tried to make a move.

There was nothing. Not a single sound.

Aspen let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, as he finally lowered his weapon. She gave him something that could be interpreted as a smile - with a bit of fantasy. "Same here", she said courtly, crossing her arms before her chest, looking away from the man. How long would she have to stand there to make sure that man didn't shoot her. "I'm Aspen by the way."

It wasn’t until she hard footsteps that she woke up. The good thing about her was that she had always been a light sleeper - it had saved her multiple times. Alarmed by the sounds coming from downstairs, Aspen got quickly on her feet. She tried not to make a sound, but once she had reached the stairs, the wood they made speaking sound under her feet. She quickly ran down putting her hands up. “Puta merda”, she cursed, as she stood before a man with gun pointed at her. . “Please don’t shoot me!" Why did I leave my gun downstairs?  

For a long moment he was quiet, side stepping to try to get a look up the stairs. “You alone?” Connor asked, a no-nonsense tone reflecting how much shit he was not willing to take. He wasn’t cold, cautious yes, but not cold. Putting a bullet in her head was not something he considered an option unless she gave him reason to, but the fact she did seem harmless enough made him lower the gun only slightly as he awaited her answer. 

It wasn't until she hard footsteps that she woke up. The good thing about her was that she had always been a light sleeper - it had saved her multiple times. Alarmed by the sounds coming from downstairs, Aspen got quickly on her feet. She tried not to make a sound, but once she had reached the stairs, the wood they made speaking sound under her feet. She quickly ran down putting her hands up. "Puta merda", she cursed, as she stood before a man with gun pointed at her. . "Please don't shoot me!" Why did I leave my gun downstairs?  

“Thanks," he mumbled. He thought about saying her not to bother, since Courtney’s death had been a long time ago, but he figured that would only make them keep talking about that, and he didn’t want to talk about Courtney. It didn’t really matter that it’d been thirteen years ago—Travis still wasn’t over his sister’s death.

He sat up on the bed and looked over at her and to the blue package, chuckling. “A whole house with no walkers, comfy beds, condoms; I think we found Paradise, Aspen," he joked, picking up one of the condoms, giving it a quick look and throwing it back in the package. "See, they haven’t expired yet. We definitely found Paradise." Travis winked at her playfully, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he was kidding or not.

“Portugal and Germany, huh? Have you ever been to any of those countries?" he asked. "I’ve been to Germany once; I’m from Scotland. But I was too little, so I don’t really remember much of it.”

Travis nodded. If there was something actually good about his lifestyle, was all the places he’d gotten to visit, all the different cultures he’d seen, even though he rarely left the U.S. He hesitated for a moment, wondering how much of his past should he tell to Aspen. Tomorrow they’d probably go their own ways and never see each other again, so there was no bad in telling a little bit more than what he usually told people, right? “Well… some shit happened, and I ran away from my house after my sister died. Moving out and wandering made me feel better, or at least helped me to forget about all my problems. After a while it kinda went out of control. Whenever I tried to settle down and have a normal life, I felt like I was going crazy, like I needed to keep moving. So I just stopped trying, and officially became a nomad.”

“I’m sorry about your sister," Aspen said with something that was supposed to be a comforting smile on her lips. She looked at him with big eyes and listened to his little tale. Travis was quite an interesting person, or maybe it was just the fact that she hadn’t been talking to anyone for a while. Aspen couldn’t remember the last time she had enjoyed a voice so much. Her eyes fell on his lips and she really had to suppress a shiver. They looked too smooth, too full. For whatever reason she started to imagine what it would be like to kiss them, these inviting lips. If they would also fit on her neck or her collar bone. Her body stiffed as she realized what she was thinking. Brown eyes quickly looked to the ceiling. There they could stay, yes. That didn’t change the fact that her skin was getting warmer. Ah, she was pathetic. Both of them reeked of sweat and dirt already, she didn’t have to make it worse by arousal and, well, more sweat. She turned to look at the nightstand to calm, when she discovered a blue package, she picked it up and the contents accidentally spilled on the floor.

☩ for a bedroom headcanon

✖ for a tattoo headcanon (One they have or one they want)

♖ for a childhood headcanon

♬ for a song that fits them

↹ for a best friend headcanon

☾ for a sleeping headcanon 

✻ for if they are a night or day person

✄ for a drunken headcanon

♘ for a pet headcanon

❀ for their favorite season

☮ for an embarrassing headcanon

✈ for a traveling headcanon