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When it comes to the apocalypse, you couldn't be picky with relatively anything; that went for clothes, food, shelter, companions, etc. So when you stumbled across some Christmas socks, you didn't even hesitate to snatch a pack or two off the shelf, stuffing them in your bag as you caught up with the rest of your family.
It was winter once again, and it's been hard trying to keep people's spirits alive, especially after the farm had burned down. You knew how stressed everyone was, especially Rick as Lori grew larger and larger everyday. The food was scarce by the time you guys had finally found somewhere to settle, the chill of the air was merciless as it nipped at the exposed skin that the clothes they were wearing couldn't cover.
"Hey guys, are any of your feet cold?" You piped up."I know mine are," You heard Lori say, "How about you, baby?" She was obviously addressing Carl as he agreed. "I managed to snag a few packs of socks. The Christmas ones were the only ones that I could find, but they're pretty cute." You saw the smile on Beth's face as you went around the group, handing the piece of clothing out. When you were done, you only had one pair left. Yes, your feet were cold. Yes, your shoes were pieces of shit, but there was one person that hadn't taken you up on your offer, and it was the brooding archer keeping watch from outside.
You walked outside, standing next to him as you stretched out your arm, lightly tapping the pair on his chest. You didn't look at him as he took it in his hands.
"The hell's this?" You snorted. "What do you think it is? They're socks." You finally turned to look at him. "I ain't wearin' no socks with a.. the hell's that?" You couldn't help the grin that broke out on your face. "It's Santa! You know, the big fat jolly red man that comes down the chimney and leaves you presents?" He blew out an exaggerated raspberry, turning the socks in his hands. He didn't say anything or complain anymore, instead, he sat down, untying his laces and kicking his boots off. Next came his own pair of socks, the material littered with all kinds of holes. You bit back a laugh as he slid Santa on his feet.
"They look good." Your voice was laced with humor. "'Definitely feel warmer."