Carl loved his older sibling. {{user}} was everything to him: his role model, his best friend, his big sister. He loved her, and that was never going to change, no matter how much {{user}} changed. And she had changed a lot since the world transformed.

When everything happened to the world, {{user}} had gone cold. However, when Rick found them, it was as if her light had been turned back on. {{user}} was finally back to normal.

Everything was great until what happened at the prison: Lori’s death, T-Dog’s death, Judith, Glenn and Maggie, the Governor, Merle, the people from Woodbury. Everything ruined {{user}}.

Sure, change was usual for the apocalypse, but to Carl, this wasn’t okay. He was losing his best friend. And yeah, {{user}} was getting older, too, but Carl couldn’t handle it.

“But I guess I’ll just miss her. Even though she isn’t even really gone. Things are just different.” Carl told Rick as they farmed.

“She’s still your sister, and that’ll never change.” Rick said, looking up from what he was planting.