❝ there's no point in surviving this world if we don't have each other. ❞
IN WHICH a group of survivors navigate their way through a desolate world filled with the walking dead.
the walking dead season 2 - ?
oc x oc / oc x oc
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ︶꒦꒷★꒷꒦︶
Night had fallen quickly, the group finishing up piling the last of the dead walkers in the corner of the field, now sitting around a fire as the owl cooked. Claire sighed from her position on the grass, a bit farther from the fire than the others. Her eyes were locked on the clear sky, stars shining brightly beside the moon. "Hey," Roman grunted as he dropped beside her, handing her the small silver flask. Claire chuckled, eyes flicking from his blue ones to the alcohol. Roman shrugged, "Found it a couple days ago. At that little blue house we stopped at—figured I'd save it for a rainy day—or a day of celebration. It's rum, so it's shit. But it's something."
Claire winced, grasping the flask, shocked by its heavy weight, "Looks like someone didn't get to go out with a bang." Roman chuckled, leaning back against his hands and looking up at the sky. Claire twisted the cap off, letting it clink against the side as she brought it to her nose. The strength of the alcohol was intense, sending a gag up her throat.
"God."
He smiled over at her, before furrowing his brows teasingly, "You're not even legally allowed to drink that yet, gimme it back." He reached out for the flask, but Claire moved it out to the side before he could grasp it. He raised an eyebrow, arm falling slack at his side as she slowly brought the flask to her lips.
She attempted to keep the wince down, but the sharp bitterness made her eyes water as it slid down her throat. She got maybe three good gulps of it before she pulled it away from her lips with a cough. "Jesus Christ-" She passed it back to Roman as the warmth settled in her stomach, "And I thought the alcohol I drank in high school was bad."
Roman brought the flask to his lips, a smile breaking out before he downed some of the liquid with ease. "Oi, fucker. Gimme some of that." Kira appeared, dropping to the ground in front of the two and reaching out her hand.
