Who: Carl Grimes and Audrey Jensen What: Last Minute Gift Wrapping When: Dec 22nd Where: November, Room 324 Warnings: Probably low. Note: For this and this
Carl couldn’t remember the last time that he’d celebrated Christmas. He knew it had been the year before the outbreak, but only bits and pieces of that seemed to slip through the haze that surrounded his memories. It all just felt like a movie when he tried to focus on it; he could see it but he couldn’t relate to any of the emotions. That made this easier, somehow. It didn’t hurt when he thought of all of the shiny ornaments that his mother had hung so carefully on the tree and how the lights had bounced off of them. He didn’t really remember what he’d felt sitting on the floor playing with the nativity animals. What he did remember was that all the presents under the tree had been wrapped to match each other and to match the sparkling angel at the top. His mother had liked things to match like that and he thought that she had really cared about all of those little details for some reason, in the way that people had before.
That thought had stuck with him for some reason, and when he’d looked at the pile of knives on the bed there had been a moment where he realized this wasn’t right. He was supposed to try to make this “festive,” instead of just shoving weapons at the whole group and telling them to try to survive. But he didn’t really know how to do that. It wasn’t something he’d ever done. His mother had handled all of the Christmas cheer; he’d been too young for anything harder than messily frosting cookies. And now caring about Christmas was unthinkable. He didn’t even know where to start. That was how he’d ended up outside of Audrey’s room again so soon. "I don't know how to do this." He told her when the door opened.