#hope this is ok! 'alex' is former air force / former detective since the apocalypse; 40 y/o

[multxfacies]

Alex raised an eyebrow, glancing at Angela across the fire. For a moment, she said nothing, her face unreadable as the flames danced between them. Finally, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “Team Backstreet Boys,” she said, her voice low but steady. “And if you say NSYNC, we might have to fight.” She poked at the fire with a stick, her expression softening just slightly. “Didn’t expect that to be your big icebreaker,” Alex added, leaning back against her pack. “What about you? Or do you just ask questions to avoid answering them?” Her tone was light, but her eyes stayed sharp, as if gauging whether Angela was worth letting her guard down for, even just a little.

open to: anyone connection: strangers mini plot: TWD universe. angela and your muse ran into each other randomly during the day and kind of agreed to travel together until they have to go their separate ways. it’s the first night and angela’s just trying to get to know your muse a bit more. angela's bio page

Chills no longer littered her skin as they sat by their fire. Silence had fallen, the sound of pops and crackling coming from the burning wood. Faint enough for it not to attract Walkers, Angela felt safe enough to take in a deep breath, her shoulders slumping forward. Hazel hues eventually found their way over to them, taking them in. “So. Were you team Backstreet Boys or NSYNC?” Alleviating tension and awkward silence was always Angela’s specialty; kinda helped when she was a psychiatrist before the world took a shit and her clients hesitated to talk. “And don’t tell me you didn’t have a preference. We all did. Even if we didn’t listen to them.”