The Walking Dead Preferences

He Comes Back From A Run

Daryl : He had been gone for at least two weeks. He told you it would be a long run, You had been keeping track by scratching tally marks into an oak tree. It was awfully quiet around the place without you bickering with him. You were on guard duty with Sasha. You looked off to the forest, but saw nothing but the trees and the dusty road. The same road he left on his motorcycle. You wished you could've come but Rick said there couldn't be too many people. You wouldn't say it out loud,  but you really missed him.
You were double checking that your safety on your gun was off, when you heard the rumble of cars and a cloud of dust. You and Sasha immediately lifted your guns and aiming where the dust was. You then froze, hearing the sudden roar of a motorcycle. From the dust then appeared your one and only redneck, Daryl, followed behind 2 cars. You looked to Sasha who had a small smile on her lips, she nodded to the direction of Daryl. "Go on..." she said. You grinned and made your way down the ladder, before sprinting to the main gate that Eugene was opening.
As soon as everyone got in, Eugene shut the gate, and Daryl had jumped off his bike. But before he could even take a step, you ran to him engulfing him in a hug. He let out a grunt, being startled but wrapped his arms around you quickly after realizing it was you. You both sunk to the ground, just enjoying each other's embrace. You heard Rick chuckle and looked up to see Michonne and him smiling down at you. You gave a soft laugh and whispered gently into Daryl's ear, "I missed you..."
He gave out a soft mutter in return but you were able to make out the words, "Same here." He kissed your head before you two continued holding each other, neither one of you wanting to let go.

Carl : He never went on many runs, so hearing he would be gone for a few days scared the hell out of you. What if he got lost? What if he got shot again? What if he got bit? You tried to stay focused on other things. Helping with the wall, cooking, watching Judith. But every night you felt so lonely without him. He was more than your boyfriend he was also your best friend.
It was early one morning. You had just gotten dressed and we're heading your way to storage to help out when you saw him. He was helping his dad unload the truck, but when he saw you he dropped what he was carrying. He looked to Rick as if asking for permission. Rick nodded and gestured for him to go and he came running. You ran as well and you both collided into an embrace. He held you close, your face buried in his chest, taking in his scent and the feel of his clothes. You felt him stroking your hair and rock you back and forth as you held onto him as if your life depended on it. You looked up and laughed softly giving a soft peck to his lips before putting your head in the crook of his neck, letting him rock you again.

Rick : You heard shouting from the main entrance. Maybe a walker got in. You hurried over, your hand planted on top of your hand gun that was shoved in your holster. You stopped seeing a fairly large piece of the group gathered around. The trailer was there. They were back. He was back. You smiled to yourself knowing how the group just wanted to make sure they were all okay and curious what happened. They had been gone for a while. You continued walking, a smile plastered on your face, waiting for him to see you and run over. But your smile soon faded, as you saw all the scared and worried looks people had on their faces. You began moving faster to the point to where you were running. You pushed through the gathered ground to see Rick bleeding out being carried by Michonne and Daryl. Your breath hitched seeing the sight of him. You saw people looking at you, talking to you. Their lips were moving but you couldn't hear. All you cared about was Rick.
It was just a stab wound. Thankfully it just missed his artery. They were able to fix him up easily but he still had to take it easy. As he laid in bed you sat next to him, rubbing his head softly. "That's the last time you go on a run without me," you whispered. Rick chuckled softly. "Sure, Darlin'."