Ever since your sister Beth died and you had watched it happen her face showed in every nightmare. Rewatching her die over and over again without being able to stop it from happening. You couldn’t stop it from happening it had already been done. She’s gone.

So to stop the nightmares from recurring you don’t sleep. It was yours and carls turn for lookout at the tower and you drowsily watch the lone walkers stumble up and down the path.

Carl turns to see the dreariness in your face. He looks to you confusing eyes glancing into yours. “You look tired,” he says bluntly stating the obvious. You turn to him with a blank face. “I don’t sleep well anymore,” you reply back emotionally