Re: TWD, Woodbury: Clem/Graham
There was no insistence that he check himself, and nothing more than the briefest flicker of doubt when she assured him that she hadn't been bitten. Graham trusted that she'd been suitably thorough. Trusted, too, that she wanted to live bad enough that she'd be careful. "Good." He didn't think he needed to point out that she was lucky. They'd gotten her out of that hell, and that was what mattered. He watched her look down on the street below, an idle, unthinking thing, and he smiled a little when she said he cleaned up good. How he looked didn't much matter to him but, admittedly, washing off all that blood and rotted meat had been nice. "Don't want to grow a beard," he remarked dryly. Stubble was fine, more if he couldn't be bothered, but he figured he looked rough enough as it was.
His expression turned grim again when the topic returned to the town and the people in it. He looked back out the window, down, struggling to put the unease he felt crawling along his spine into words. It wasn't necessarily the mothers and children that worried him; no, it was the men who guarded the walls with guns and a certain look in their eyes. It was the Governor, friendly as anything on the surface, but truth was he ruled this town and Graham hadn't ever had a good experience with men in power. "I know," he said, finally. "Place is safe. Give them that." He shook his head. "Just think we should be careful. Don't let our guard down." Clem was more willing to accept this place at face value, he knew that. But he and Shane had a responsibility to look out for their people, and he intended to do just that.
As for them feeling like normal folks, he shrugged. They probably were. Evil was a strong word and he'd only seen evil once in his life, in the eyes of a man long since dead and he wasn't sure he saw it here. But he didn't like being weaponless, and he didn't like being a stranger in a place where everybody else knew each other. They needed to stick together.
"Treated me just fine." He'd been no worse for wear afterward, and he didn't much feel like talking about the sea of bones. "What happened to you?"