I have no idea what I'm doing...

Okay. So I kind of doubt that anyone will read this. I mean season one's long over, and Lilly wasn't exactly the most loved character, and Mark wasn't exactly one who got much attention OR screen time. But darn it, I proudly ship Mark with Lilly! So... I wrote a thing. ...Okay I suppose I haven't written it yet but I will write it! And am...like...at this moment.

Never mind, now I'm just rambling.

Anyway, I'm not sure how long this'll end up being, or exactly what will happen, so I'm just going to wing it. It probably won't be anything exciting, probably just drabble-conversations, really. Sorries.

One more thing. If I remember correctly, Mark had been with the group for three months before things started to get..awkward. You know what I mean. So this'll take place about a month into his stay with them.

So... Let us begin, I guess ^^;

Night One. A Carrot.

It wasn't that he disliked Lilly. Really, Mark didn't. He saw her as being an intelligent, capable leader, and he appreciated that.

It was her dad that scared the hell out of him.

"Mark! Quit bein' such a pansy and help me with the damn wall!" Larry'd shouted in annoyance, "Y'act like you haven't eaten in a week, for God's sake..."

The young man had grown used to these kinds of abuses, as he's been working closely with Larry - building up a protective wall to keep the walkers out - since he'd first joined the group. Sometimes, the job wasn't bad, and the two of them had what felt like real conversations. They would discuss their times with the military, or talk about other aspects of life before the start of the end of the world. Sometimes, Larry would go on rants about how no one at the air force base had ever seemed to listen to Lilly, and then question whether or not Mark would listen to her. And Mark would just remind him that Lilly had held a desk job, and he was a mechanic. Apart from the occasional wave and nod, they hardly ever saw one another, and didn't even know the other's name until a month ago when they'd found him alone, locked in one of the closets at the base's commissary.

But Mark didn't really mind the ramblings. He understood that Larry was just proud of Lilly and her accomplishments, and didn't like the idea of her being ignored. It was only natural, wasn't it?

But they had bad days too. Days when Mark didn't get a ration, or was feeling particularly weak or tired, and Larry would shout and holler and throw a fit. Like today. Today had been a bad day.

Today, Mark had wanted to tell him to shut up, that he'd been assigned to nightwatch that evening and for the rest of the week, and needed to get some sleep beforehand. But of course he didn't, and he did the work as Larry commanded, mostly because he didn't enjoy being screamed at, and he knew the rest of the group didn't enjoy hearing Larry scream. Especially Lilly, given that she worried about her father's health.

It hadn't been too bad in the end. Once he realized that Mark had been assigned to nightwatch along with Lilly, he told him to go and get some sleep, saying 'My girl's not gonna do all the work for your lazy ass!' or something along those lines. But Mark hadn't cared. He gladly walked away, took his ration for the evening - an apple and a handful of crackers - from Lilly, retreated to his room, ate and soon managed to fall asleep, not waking up until a knock at the door and a call from Lee told him that everyone else was going to bed, meaning it was time for him to get up.

And now here he was, sitting atop the RV with Lilly. They faced opposite ways, and were almost back-to-back, but not entirely. It was a bit awkward, as the two didn't speak much. But Mark didn't mind the silence all that much, and was content to his own thoughts. He didn't worry about walkers very much. They didn't get too many unless they were very loud, and they'd mastered staying quiet.

"I saved my ration from earlier," Lilly said, and as he looked to her, held up three whole carrots from the commissary. What a meal. "Do you want one? I'm not really hungry."

She really wasn't. At least, not compared to how she assumed he felt. He'd spent his entire waking time through the day helping her father with the wall, and an apple and some crackers weren't really going to do much for that. She'd spent most of the day on lookout, and that was hardly any physical exertion.

Mark was quiet for a moment. The offer itself came as a pretty big surprise. Apart from Lee, Kenny and Katjaa, who all had dependent children to worry about, no one ever really offered anything to those around them. It was a very every-man-for-himself kind of thing, usually.

"No thanks," he finally said, looking toward the woods rather than at the food, trying to ignore the pains in his stomach. "I'm not hungry either."

Lies. All lies.

Her assumption was right, of course, but it felt rather selfish of him to accept, as well as some expression of weakness. It wasn't that Mark was a very proud man, but he was stubborn, and didn't like to accept help. Either he was the one helping, or it was a team effort from the beginning, according to him.

She ate quietly, and he didn't say much of anything for a time, allowing his mind to wander as his eyes scanned the woods around them, wondering how long this would all go on for. Or if the end of the world would ever really end at all.

It was really a depressing thing to go on thinking about, and Mark thought maybe he should try starting a conversation, but he had very little to say. He yawned tiredly, running a hand through his black hair and adjusting his glasses, being careful not to lean up against her as felt himself relax slightly more than he really should have. But he was so tired...

"Maybe we should just call it quits and go to sleep early," he said, though it was more of a joke than anything else. When she didn't give a response he felt himself turn pink with embarrassment, wondering if he should just clarify that he was joking. "Uh..."

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"We're waiting."

"For what?"

No answer.

He chuckled awkwardly. What was he supposed to say now? "M-maybe your dad's right. Maybe I'm just lazy." He didn't know why he was so nervous about it, given that he'd known Lilly for a little over a month now. He'd never noticed this nervousness before. Perhaps because he and Lilly had never really been alone before...

It was then that she turned and spared a glance at him, shaking her head a bit. "No, you're not," she said simply, "You work harder with him than anyone else will. You actually really impress him."

He blinked, "Really?"

Lilly nodded.

Well that was a bit of a shock. But Mark just grinned slightly and nodded to himself, "Well, that's good to know..."

And they were quiet after that, for a while. There weren't many walkers tonight, and the few they did manage to see seemed to just be wandering aimlessly in the woods.

It was tough to see them, since they didn't shine flashlights at them directly. They mostly relied on natural light, from the moon and the stars and whatever else could produce light. Mark didn't mind the difficulty. He found this whole activity relaxing, in a way. Of course, after a while, he began to worry that he'd fall asleep purely out of exhaustion, and his mind raced to think of something to say...

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting for long," He said suddenly, "Lee woke me. I didn't manage to stay up..." He didn't know what he meant by that last part, but there it was.

"It's alright," Lilly said in turn, sparing another glance back at him before looking back out toward the woods. And she paused, and continued again, "Why didn't Doug wake you? Aren't you sharing a room with him?"

Everyone, apart from her and Larry, had been sharing a room with someone. Lee was with Clementine, Kenny was with Katjaa and Duck, and Mark, she assumed, was with his friend Doug. Things felt safer that way, when one knew they weren't alone. Lilly had wanted to share a room with her father, but Larry had always been a rather solitary man.

"Oh yeah I was," he started, "But I moved into my own room. Doug's great, but he wouldn't shut up about pie..." Why the other man had become randomly obsessed with desert, he wasn't sure, but it was a pain in the ass to be starving and hear nothing but 'pie pie pie pie pie...'

Unfortunately for Mark, the very thought of eating reminded him that he was starving, his stomach tightening sharply and letting out a loud rumble, causing him to go from pink to crimson and turn his eyes away from his companion entirely, hoping she somehow didn't take note.

He didn't know why this was so embarrassing to him. He suddenly felt like some silly teenager, and he was twenty-eight, damn it! And he just sat there, and began to chuckle nervously, "I... uhm..."

He was glad she couldn't see his face in the darkness.

"Not hungry, huh?"

He blinked stupidly, not able to tell if her tone was one of annoyance or amusement. Granted, he'd never really seen Lilly laugh, or even smile for more than a moment, so he assumed it was annoyance. "N-not at all!" He lied, only for the sound to repeat itself a few moments later, leading him to sigh and wish he could just disappear.

It was a surprise when he saw a hand in the corner of his eye, holding a carrot for him. "You're a terrible liar." She said, not in an unkind tone. "It's the last carrot we have from the commissary, so enjoy it."

Mark hesitated, but took it after a moment, sighing a bit as he looked at it, and then glanced to her. "Thank you..." He looked at the carrot appreciatively, dangling it between his thumb and index finger. "I'll never forget this carrot." He said, before taking a bite.

And he was quiet for a while, letting a few minutes pass between each bite. "Funny, the more I eat the worse it gets..."

Lilly frowned and scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Don't complain," she said, "I'm not complaining that carrots suck."

"Oh, not the carrot, my stomach," Mark said, shrugging his shoulders. It wasn't a surprise to him. He'd grown used to feeling worse after eating, given the amount of physical work he usually did.

"Oh..."

Lilly suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to share, on her part. "Sorry, then." Lilly was hardly one to apologize, unless she honestly thought she may have messed up. Which was rare.

"Don't be," Mark said in turn. "It was very kind of you." He turned to look at her, his blue eyes making contact with her brown for the first real time since he'd arrived there. "So thank you."

It was almost a surprise how genuinely he said it. The fact was that now, even close friends weren't really willing to share anymore. So this was a nice surprise. Mark yawned again, allowing himself to lean slightly against her as he took another bite.

Lilly felt herself blush slightly. It wasn't often that someone thanked her for giving them food, as most felt entitled to more. But Mark was never one to complain, even though he'd had the right to. More than any of them, really. "You're welcome." She said. "How's the carrot?"

Mark took another bite and shrugged his shoulders. "It's a carrot."

So that happened. Uhm... I'm not really sure but I felt like I made Lilly pretty OOC, so I'm sorry about that. ...Admittedly, Mark had very little screentime, so... this is kind of just how I imagine him acting. I apologize if it's terrible compared to your idea...

Should I continue this? Should this be a thing? I was gonna have them have a different conversation or moment together each night while on lookout, but if this wasn't good...

Er... Let me know? ...But if it WAS good... Let me know? Thanks for reading, hopefully I'll get to update soon.