Before the outbreak, you had always felt insecure. Not the way other girls did, you felt wrong, more like the boys your age. You wanted to be like them; one of them.

Initially, when you were with the group at the quarry, your hair had been long. It wasn't until the prison that you messily went at it with scissors in hopes of looking more like Daryl or Rick. Despite being a teenager, your styling skills were...not good.

Carol had found you with your choppy hair, taking the scissors as she began to touch up your hair. You had been worried she would be upset, but when you explained why, she paused for a second before telling you, "It's okay, I'll help you then."

She gave you some of Daryl's clothes, warning you to clean them the best you could before wearing them. And when you were ready to tell the group, Carol let them know since you had been too shy.

After the prison fell, Daryl taught you to hunt with him, and seeing you happy, made Carol happy.

Which is why it saddened her when you looked so upset during dinner. She had thought it was because of Alexandria, but you had been the one to convince Rick to give it a chance in the first place.

She wondered if someone had said something about your hair or clothes, maybe some teenagers made fun of your voice, or Father Gabriel gave his two cents, again.

"Hey," She lightly tapped your arm, you glanced over at her. "What's goin' on? Why the long face?" She asked.