Don't Be Scared

S2 E5 : ☠️ ZB! ☠️(Ch. 184)

Sighing, he raised himself to the top of his knees, lifting the heavy weight of the weaponry from my back. I sat up as well, but crisscross instead of on my knees. 

"You got a little something." I grinned, scooting closer to him, "I'm sorry. I didn't think his brains were that smashed."

I made sure my red and black sleeve was covering my fist before I leveled my forearm with is entire face. Brought it all the way down to his neck, careful not too apply too much pressure. I'd hate to kill him after he saved people. 

"It's fine." His smile was small, but still there. 

He too began to brush it off his clothes, or at least, what he could off of his clothes. When I was going to brush off the powder with my hands, he grabbed my wrist.

"Whatever it is, I don't want to risk you touching it."

I nodded my head, understanding where he came from. We both aren't a hundred percent sure that it's powdered brains. 

"Let's try to track them before we go back to Warren."

"Alright." I agreed with him, getting up after we had both agreed that it was for the best that I shouldn't touch him yet. 

As we walked, not seeing anything in particular except for dying crops and no life, I thought of something that would probably make him either shut down or talk more. 

"What was your mom like? Before the apocalypse?"

He snorted, "Don't you think that's a sensitive topic for me?"

"Don't you think it's odd that your hand slid down from my wrist?" I grinned from ear-to-ear, realizing that he had never let me go. 

He actually kept his hand on mine, neither of us letting go or saying anything until now. I could feel a blush rising from my face at the mention of it, both of us looking down at the same time.

True enough, our hands were tangled together in a embrace that we had never been in before. I can't back down now. When he tried to take his hand from mine, I took a deep breath and tangled our fingers together. 

Look at you go, (Y/N). Making big girl moves. 

"I-I really don't mind, but I'm sorry. You just never talk about your old life." Avoid the subject while mildly bring relevance. 

He didn't say anything back to me for a good minute, but he didn't try to remove himself from the situation I had basically put him in, involuntarily. Does he not want this? Should I just release his hand?

I don't want to make him feel like he has no other choice but to hold my hand. 

"I have her eyes. Pa never spoke too much about her. I was pretty young when she died of cancer. I remember going to the hospital a lot, always seeing her wear a pink bandana."

I could feel the sadness in his voice as he spoke about her with such innocence. 

"Always smiled. I think the only time I didn't see her smile, was when she was in the casket."

I kept silent at the last part, not knowing how to respond to that. Comfort him, somehow?

"They're up here." 10K mentioned, bringing us out of the sad tone of the subject. 

I brought my attention towards the single sheds, noticing that some of the Amish had already began to shut the doors. Just as we entered the area, the last of the people were slamming the doors in our face. 

We both released the other from their grasp, not thinking twice about it. We drifted off in the opposite direction, attempting to get advice, aid, anything at this point.