Had To Sprinkle In A One Bed Trope Ofc - Blog Posts

when she'd first lost the last of her family when the outbreak hit, she felt lost as to where to go next. she'd had no one left to protect anymore, no one to care about except herself. then she'd come across him. damn near nearly slit his throat when they first met, trust forming slowly until she no longer reached for her knife in his presence anymore. now, every word he says to her seems to warm her, small smile curving her mouth as dark eyes find his. "i know. just as i wouldn't let anything happen to you." her tone mirrors his, the teasing weighted by the sincerity that lies beneath. her eyes light up at the concept of safety and sleep, shoulder warm from where he'd touched her. "we can both spend the entire night in the bed for once. no disrupted sleep." the realization sets in that it'll be their first time really sharing that bed, one of them always up on watch while the other rested.

perhaps it was the fact that she was the first person he had come across in literal months, or maybe it was that, at certain angles, she reminded him of the wife he once had before the world fell apart. regardless, where most people would be met with his icy stare and standoffish disposition, she is met only with a look of reverence from him, something of a small smile sitting on his lips beneath his greying beard. "i wouldn't let anything happen to you." although he meant it teasingly, a bit of sincerity warms his tone. eyes drift to their shoulders, in which he lightly leans in to nudge hers. "speaking of which... now that we've got those generators up and running, we'll be able to lock ourselves in behind those blast doors." he waves his hand dismissively. "no more night watch. we might both be able to get a somewhat decent sleep for once."