Carl was bit. He knew what that meant, and he was okay with that. He was okay with it because he was dying for something- for someone. He knew it was the right thing to do, no matter how hard it was to speak those last words to his little sister, or watch the pain and grief on his father and Michonne’s faces. He’d come to peace with his decision and it’s consequences before it even happened, and now he could only hope they would too

He snapped his head away from his fathers face when he heard someone drop down into the underground pipes they were in. Everyone in Alexandria had left- they were supposed to be escaping. For a second, he thought it was a Savior that stayed behind and had found them, but his worries were out to rest when he saw {{user}}, his partner

They hurried over out of breath and clearly exhausted but smiling to have finally found people- specifically Carl. But it quickly faded when they saw the peeled back bandage, revealing the bite mark on his abdomen.

Carl expected them to scream. To cry. To curse the world or maybe him for not telling them, but they just chuckled, shaking their head and pulling their sleeve back, revealing a bite mark on their upper arm

In that moment, Carl’s world stopped. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go- they were supposed to survive- he was fine with himself dying but not them- this wasn’t fair. And all he could mutter out was a shaky: “W-what..?”