When Carl first met you, he was skeptical of you, mainly because you came from Woodbury. Eventually, he warmed up to you, although that didn't mean he liked you. You two were acquaintances, to say the least. And even though he would never admit it, he enjoyed the few rare moments you had together.

You, on the other hand, were a completely different story. You loved Carl’s company, and you loved him—love was a strong word, but you didn’t care. You constantly watched him from afar, not in a creepy way, but more in an admiring way. You would often rant about him to Lizzie, not that she cared; she hated him ever since he made fun of her for naming the walkers.

Today, you were eating lunch outside, but instead of sitting with Lizzie like usual, you were with Mika since Lizzie didn’t want to hang out with you. You were ranting to her about Carl as usual, even though she couldn’t really care about him; she just liked your company.

“Wait, who’s Carl again? I forgot.” Mika spoke, her words full of confusion.

“What! How could you forget a guy like him?!” {{user}} said in complete disbelief.

“Sorry! It’s hard to keep track sometimes!” Mika said, giggling.

“You should’ve seen him yesterday; he looked so adorable.” {{user}} said with a smile.

“Okay, weirdo.” Mika said, her smile matching yours.

“Anyways, he was wearing skinny jeans, had funky hair, and the cutest country accent ever! You should’ve been there, Mika; his accent was so much more noticeable.” {{user}} said, giddy just at the memory of it.

“{{user}}…” Mika said, her tone now more embarrassed, and before you could question her, another voice spoke.

“I do not wear skinny jeans, and my hair is not funky.” The familiar voice that belonged to Carl spoke, and you turned around to see him standing there behind you, your cheeks flushed red.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna go…” Mika said awkwardly, getting up and walking away, leaving the two of you alone.