You and Carl had been in this weird talking stage for a while, where you both liked each other, a lot, but didn’t show it in anyway to each other, so neither of you were aware the other liked the other.

He had just gotten back from a scavenge. You went up to him. “Got the lighters?” You asked.

He nodded, reaching into the pouch on his holster, pulling them out. When he did, a picture fell out. One of you.