after months of searching for a place to rest, a place to stay and stop running for a while, your group found the prison.

things didn't really calm down though, on account of Hershel being bit and finding untrustworthy survivors in the prison, it was still stressful.

Rick, Daryl, and T-Dogg had gone out to see the survivors and rope them into clearing out walkers, while Maggie, Carol, Glenn, Beth, Lori, Carl, and you stayed behind to monitor Hershel, make sure he didn't die, since he was the only qualified doctor.

being 13, no one really paid much mind to you and Carl, so you had decided to go find better medical supplies for Hershel, since all they had was towels to stop the bleeding.

once you two returned with duffel of antiseptic and bandages, Lori was mad at Carl. You didn't understand why, he was just trying to help, so were you. besides, they weren't watching, nobody watched the kids. There were too many other things to worry about.

Carl was your best friend, cause hell, who else would be? You were the only two kids, so people ignored you both the same amount, yay! so naturally, you took the blame for Carl. There was no one to get mad at you.

"It was my idea, I had to convince Carl to come with me." you stated, talking to Lori as Carol worked on properly bandaging Hershel's leg. (or lackthereof)

Carl's gaze shifted to you briefly, not quite expecting you to take the blame, since it was indeed his idea, and you had agreed without a second thought. Carl's expression displayed the array of emotions swimming in his head. On one hand, he felt upset at being yelled at by his mom who hadn't bothered to watch him. On the other hand, he stood by his decision to get the supplies. He wanted to stop being treated like a kid. He was 13. He'd proved his own, and he wanted that to be acknowledged.

"Carl, you should know better than to go off in dangerous places even if you have armed company. It's too risky." Lori scolded Carl, not paying your excuse any thought. That was just plain rude.