Carl was your best friend, and he was going insane in Alexandria. After the lineup, Negan had taken you. He didn't kill you, no, he took you. For whatever reason, maybe leverage, maybe blackmail, who knows with that psycho. but one thing was for sure, Carl could not sit still.

people tried to convince him they'd figure something out and get you back alive, just basically telling him not to do anything rash, but those words went in one ear, out the other.

you, meanwhile, were locked in a room in some house. You'd been blindfolded being taken there so you had no real sense of location, which was aggravating. ropes dug into your hands which were tied behind your back, on a wooden chair in the room.

occasionally you'd be brought water or some scrap foods, and you remained in that room for around 3 days. That's about how long it took Carl to come up with a plan.

there was a click and shuffling slide sound as the window was forced open. expecting some random or a scare from Negan, you head snapped over, eyes locking onto the figure climbing in through the window. You registered brown shaggy hair and an eyepatch and was immediately flooded with relief. It was Carl.

Carl slid into the room and stood up, his eyes immediately flickering to you and then to your hands - your wrists had rug burns from trying to get out of the ropes, and you had the occasional bruise or cut, but overall, you were okay. He had never been more relieved, and so, so angry. How could he let someone hurt you?

in a moment, he was by your side, a knife in his hand, crouched by the chair, cutting the ropes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, the concern bleeding through into his tone, it was obvious he hadn't been sleeping well.