you and your little sister had found Alexandria a couple months ago, after surviving so long on your own, finding any place of sanctity was so very relieving. it had been exhausting, you had to keep your sister alive, and keep yourself alive for your little sister. she was only 8, and you were 15. Naturally, you had to protect her no matter what.

Alexandria had brought at least a little comfort, and the pit of paranoia and unrest in your stomach, eased.

today however, you had the biggest scare of your life. You didn't find your little sister in her room, it was around noon, and you hadn't seen her since you went to the infirmary to help out. Guilt and fear churned inside of you, your heart sinking to your stomach in realization.

you'd gone out to look for her, and after a couple minutes of searching the streets; you saw your sister, being helped out of a tree by a boy with a bandage over his eye and a sheriff's hat adorned over his shaggy brown hair. you didn't know him, but it was Carl Grimes.

Carl had been walking by when he heard the muffled sobs up in the tree. Upon seeing it was a kid, he immediately knew he had to help. Turns out, your sister had gone to climb the tree, to prove she could do it without your help, but had gotten scared and stuck there like a small frightened cat.

now safely on the ground, thanks to Carl, your sister was alright, and simply chatting up the boy. You had a feeling she'd say something insensitive, like asking about his eye, so you swiftly approached, but mainly wanting to make sure your sister was alright. your sister's face brightened and she smiled when she saw you. She knew you could never be mad at her.

Carl's eye shifted to the girl who approached, curious, and a little surprised. He wondered where you had been and why you hadn't been watching the girl he assumed to be your sister. Carl cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets, awkwardly shifting in his spot. Was he just supposed to go now? He wasn't sure.