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New Found Family

One thing I always loved about Heather, other than pretty much everything, was the fact that she seemed to sleep regularly, and apparently at the same times as me. There were the few nights that she would wake up screaming in the early hours of the morning, prompting me to rub my eyes awake and check on her. Sometimes I wondered if I dreamed it happened until I found her asleep beside me, her arms and legs spread into a star shape. I guess I was too tired to get her back in her crib.

The community was quiet even though it wasn't particularly late, the sun long gone and the moon beaming down on me as I wandered over to the medical trailer. I almost jumped out of my skin when Siddiq greeted me, his hands pausing on the bookshelf.

"I was just tidying up. Enid didn't have time to pack up her books before the funeral, so I said I would." He told me, my heartbeat returning to its usual pace. It didn't long to fold up the notebooks and diagrams when I started helping, the desk space soon being cleared completely.

There was a gentle breeze when we found ourselves sitting on the outdoor steps, our backs pressed against the shut door and our feet settling below us.

"-and I thought I lost it forever until I found Glenn again, and he told me he brought it all the way from the prison to me." I smiled at the memory, my expression soft. "I'm glad, too, because Heather loves that doll. She sleeps with it every night."

Siddiq nodded with a sigh, his eyes far away. "I wish I got to meet him. He sounds like a nice guy."

"He was. He was the nicest. Even in a world like this, he never changed." I mumbled, my chin resting on my hands as I leaned forward. Siddiq was by me in a second, his gaze firmly on me.

"Why don't you visit more often?" His voice was quiet and genuine, slightly saddened by my actions.

I gulped hard, a small sigh on my lips as I leaned back again. "It's hard, I don't know. It kinda hurts." I shrugged, trying to avoid the topic. Talking about him made it too painful. "And because of Negan. I don't know if I could stop myself from killing him anymore."

"Negan is...he just sits in his cell all day, I don't think I've seen him all year. The only person he talks to is Rick, it's like he doesn't exist anymore." Siddiq assured me, his shoulder nudging mine.

I frowned in thought, considering his words. "Maybe I'll come and visit some time, then. For you." I breathed out a chuckle, my grin spreading when he did the same.

We were so close that my knee knocked his with every movement, our arms pressed together. I could feel his heat and energy like it was coming off him in waves, sinking deep into my bones and reaching my heart. Like it was beating again because of him.

I think it was that, that particular thought, that practically pushed me into him, my lips skimming his just barely. There was a buzz between them that spread through my nerves when he didn't pull away, instead pushing closer with no hesitation.

It had been so long since I had kissed someone, since I had this feeling in my chest. The nervousness and excitement all at once.

My hand went to his chest and I separated our lips, my nose brushing his as I blinked hard. There was a question in his eyes, like he was checking me over.

I felt fine, completely fine, just surprised. I never expected I would actually go for it. The thought had crossed my mind from time to time, whether we were together or apart.

"Are you okay?" I stuttered out, my eyes wide as I looked at him.

There was a small chuckle before he furrowed his eyebrows. "You kissed me, of course I'm okay. Are you?"