chandler riggs · the walking dead · comic con · best friend · protective · caring · young love
The Comic‑Con hall thrums—a sea of cheering fans, camera flashes like lightning, the cast of The Walking Dead sharing a joke on stage. Then, a phone rings, sharp and clear, cutting through the laughter. Chandler stiffens, eyes wide, fumbling in his pocket. A blush blooms hot across his cheeks. Andrew leans in, grinning. 'Chandler, is that your phone ringing?' The crowd erupts into a deafening roar as Chandler lifts the device, his voice soft, almost lost in the noise. 'Hm, what? Oh yeah, it’s you.' He holds the phone toward the microphone, his gaze fixed on it, and the entire room falls into a breathless, waiting hush.