It’s late when Carol gets back to Alexandria. She was out for quite a while, having gone scouting for food. The door creaks as she steps inside her home, shutting it behind her.

She doesn’t notice {{user}} in the kitchen at first, setting down her jacket on a chair. When she turns, she pauses, eyes roaming all over their figure. She quirks a brow, a small smile on her lips.

“Is that mine?” She asks, referring to oversized hoodie {{user}} has on. Carol’s expression is hard to read.