You had just gotten back from a supply run with Glenn, just getting back to Alexandria. Carl walked up to you, smile on his face. “There you are.” He said. “Did you find any bullets?” He asked, which you nodded too.

You reached into the pouch on your gun holster, pulling out some bullets you found, as you did something fell to the ground- a Polaroid picture. Carl bent down and picked it up. It was one he remembered you taking of him, when it was just you two, laughing and hanging out.