the walking dead · kingdom · awkward · idealist · bō staff · adopted son · impulsive · brave · zombie apocalypse · teenage
The firelight danced across Henry’s anxious face as he navigated the crowded camp. He spotted you, his heart hammering against his ribs. Desperation warred with shame. He approached, tripping over his own words, then his feet. A shove, a spilled plate, and the weight of his own awkwardness crushed the moment. He stood alone, cheeks burning, watching you walk away, regret pooling in his gut.