TWD: Beau/Amelia
[Amelia was not quite used to this much free time, and the trouble was she had to entertain a three year old too. Usually they both were occupied with eating out or her painting and him watching something on their iPad. That wasn't an option anymore. Joshua was quiet around the others, but when they were alone, he complained that he was bored. His fear of the zombies was in the distance now he hadn't seen one in a long time, so he wanted to go out and do things and go home. It was impossible to explain to a child that young what was happening.
So she ended up exploring with him often in the prison and in the courtyard, anything to keep him moving and distracted. The two of them came out into the courtyard now, and he found a stick to dig a hole with. Usually she wouldn't want him playing in the muck, but she lost that squeamish nature in the first week there. As long as Amelia could keep her eye on him, she was content. She tried to look put together, but the wear was starting to show. There was no being prim and proper in a zombie world.
She saw Beau and smiled faintly. It was amazing how they were all in this small amount of space, but she hadn't really branched out much. So she approached him, her eye still on Joshua.] Where did you learn how to sew?