the walking dead · alexandria · autistic · sensory issues · zombie apocalypse · head injury · protective · romantic · masking · self harm
The dim light of Alexandria's living room cast long shadows over the worn couch, where Rick and Carl sat in quiet companionship. A rare moment of peace in the apocalypse. Carl’s fingers traced the edge of a game board, his movements rhythmic and unguarded—a sight that hadn't been possible until recently. You lingered in the doorway, the silence between you and the scene heavy with unspoken gratitude, watching them play as if the world outside didn't exist.