Third POV
The morning arose and Louis could hear the chattering of the group getting ready for the day.
"Why did no one help Louis up the stairs? Did he have to sleep here all night?" Clem questioned.
No one answered, too afraid of being beaten to respond.
Clem was the head of the group after marlons dive over the deep end.
Clem just sighed and dropped the one sided conversation. She helped Louis to the breakfast table and asked what he wanted.
Y/n would be lying if she said she wasn't just slightly peeved about the way Clem was treating him.
"It's not like im his girlfriend or anything." Y/n mumbled to herself, as she shoved some soup aggressively into her mouth.
Louis caught a snippet of her angry muttering and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

First POV
Louis's lips against my cheek caught me off guard. They were so soft.
I felt them every day, but for some reason it hit different.
I guess it's because we never really showed our affection around other people. They knew we were together and a thing but we never really like... kissed... or anything around others. We just aren't that type of couple.
So you can imagine the amount of shock and blush that smothered my face.
"W-what was that for?" I asked nervously.
He shrugged and tilted his head to the side as he looked at me, his dreads falling with gravity which made me want to suffocate him with kisses right then and there.
"I don't know. Just reminding you how much I love you."
I squealed on the inside but kept the chaos to a minimum on the outside.
"W-well thank you."
"No, thank you." He winked.
I internally freaked out more but decided it was best to go back to my soup instead of staring at him like a crazy girlfriend.
After breakfast I helped Louis with changing his bandages and I kept him company while he was off duty on everything.

"Okay so it's three words! The first word was marriage like you guessed but now you have to guess the other two!"
I tried to act out "marriage is hell".
"Marriage... marriage... I don't know!"
"Come on! Okay... the second word is two letters!"
"Ummm.... by? We? To? Marriage to me? Are you asking me to marry you?" Louis's face turned sour and I started to wheeze of laughing too hard.
"Nooooo." I said through tears.
"Oh so now you're laughing at the thought of us getting married!? Wow! I thought you loved me!"
At this point I was on the ground. I couldn't regain my air.
I was convulsing.
"She's dying! Someone get a medic! She's convulsing!" Louis shouted sarcastically.
That wasn't helping.
I wheezed even louder.
"She sounds like she's got something lodged in her throat! A hairball maybe?! Conclusion! She's a dying cat who can't breathe because of a hairball!" Louis was actually on the floor next to me shouting random stuff at absolutely nobody to get me to laugh even more.
After a while I had finally regained my air and I was just laying on the floor starfish style as I tried to live.
"Are you gonna be okay? You look pretty hopeless down there." Louis asked standing, as he loomed over my body.
"Y-yeah. I'll be alright."
I sat up and Louis rubbed my back as I wiped my teary eyes.
I looked over at him and he looked pretty sad.
"Hey you know I wasn't actually laughing at the thought of us getting married, right?"
"Oh no yeah I know that! It wasn't that. I just... it's just... I had a bad dream last night and that kind of triggered my memory of it."
I was shocked and stood up quickly.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
It was quiet before Louis spoke.
"I had a dream where I couldn't get to you quick enough after you left the gates. I couldn't see outside of them till I came closer. I hobbled over when I heard you scream after you left. When I got closer and my vision cleared I saw you getting eaten by walkers. They were... tearing you apart. When they were done with you the only fingers you had left were your ring middle and pinky finger on your left hand and on your ring finger was an engagement ring. One that I gave you. Apparently in my dream I had proposed to you not too long before your death. It was bone chilling and it still scares me thinking about it now."
Louis grabbed his arms as if he was cold and uncomfortable.
It was quiet because I didn't know what to say.
"Louis... I... wow..."
"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. Just... please don't let me sleep alone ever again. It was more of a nightmare to be alone after, than the actual nightmare."
"Of course Lou. I'll carry you up the stairs myself if I have to tonight."
He nodded back at me and I decided to take our minds off of the scary thoughts.