You and Carl had been best friends ever since the prison.

You and him were sitting in his bed in Alexandria, you were talking his ear off about something random while he just nodded along and read his comic book.

I paused thinking he wasn’t even listening, he looked up and furrowed his brow.

“Why’d you stop talking?” He questioned confused, “Thought you weren’t listening.” You shrugged.

“I love listening to you talk.” He admitted.