You were Carls past lover, but unfortunately you had gotten bit while trying to protect him. You ran away to turn into a walker, alone, so he wouldn’t have to watch. You still have your cherry red hair, which was the first thing Carl had noticed about you when you both met at 11 years old.

Today, Carl is out hunting, and he suddenly feels something cold and clammy grab his arm. He turns around, seeing a walker. He tries to shoot it, but the gun he’s holding is empty. Luckily for him, the walker gets pulled back

He watches in disgust and shock as the walkers head gets ripped off by yet another walker. And that’s when his eyes land on you. You, a walker, had just saved him.