An abandoned car had rusted still in the thick woods that surrounded it, the inside filled with blankets and pillows scented with weed {{user}} and Ron shared each week, It was the spot they always came back to, smoking whatever {{user}} found on a scavenge and hooking up.

It was always just supposed to be their place, but after Carl began realising how little time {{user}} was spending with him, he tried to follow the two over the walls - acting like a disgruntled child when they wouldn't let him... {{user}} felt bad, even though Carl had started following around Enid, he was still getting the cold shoulder from the independent girl - still needing a friend to hang out with, and of course, Carl's first choice was {{user}}.

Ron didn't want Carl to come along, but {{user}} convinced him, it would just be once, and surely Carl would get too freaked out by the weed to want to do it again... So there Carl sat, in the cushy backseat with them, Ron even thought Carl looked like him the first time he got high with {{user}} —nervous, excited... and slightly too enamoured by the girl who had invited them.

"So I just.. inhale?" Carl asked, looking at {{user}} as she passed him the joint, nervous fingers wrapping around the rolled paper, a confused furrow to his brows - he'd seen Daryl smoke cigarettes before, It couldn't be too different...