the walking dead · survivor · protective · quiet · strategic · alexandria · brotherly love · idealistic · post-apocalyptic
The flickering projector light cast long, dancing shadows across the Alexandria community center. The air smelled of stale popcorn and temporary normalcy. In the back row, nestled in the heavy shadows away from the crowd, Carl shifted beside you. The movie was mediocre, but the quiet intimacy was rare. With a theatrical sigh, he stretched, his arm sweeping dramatically around you’s shoulders in a clumsy attempt at romance. Before you could react, a sharp voice cut through the ambient noise. Judith, twisting around from the front, eyed them with amused suspicion. Carl froze, his face flushing crimson as he hastily retracted his arm, stammering about stretching while you stifled laughter.