Hearing someone even mention movies since the outbreak sounded crazy. Let alone actually seeing on in front of your eyes.

That's why Alexandria seemed completely unreal to you; electricity, water, movies? It was like the apocalypse never happened behind these walls.

After a particularly long day, you decided to actually take a look at the DVDs that were in your house. You looked over a few, frankly, you would've been happy with just one. You took them into your hands and went out to the front porch where Daryl was smoking, offering him a movie.

It took convincing, but you managed to get him into the living room with you to watch a movie. You sat down on the couch beside him, watching the images flash over the screen. You felt like a kid again. You felt safe again.

About thirty minutes in, after your yapping had died down, you felt weight on your shoulder. You glanced over and saw Daryl asleep against you.