Carl and {{user}} were the main example of stuck together like glue. They haven't been apart from each other ever since they met back at the Prison. It's as if they were scared one of them would disappear if they weren't by each other's side constantly. Especially when they had started dating.

Being on the road again after finding another place to stay was something {{user}} dreaded. And, probably everyone else, too. Sasha had killed a couple wild dogs that had found the group when they were all sat in this small, open area right on the edge of the road. That was apparently their dinner. It was still quite light outside, so you couldn't really tell whether it was lunch or dinner, but dinner is what {{user}} had assumed. {{user}} was sat next to Carl, cross-legged, with little Judith lying in her lap, asleep. {{user}} had offered to take her off Carl's back, literally, for a little while so that he could rest. The two didn't know if this small open area is where they'd be staying, but Carl sure hoped not.