Alexandria. Carl never thought they'd get a break from the relentless thrill of survival, starving, killing. Everything had been going well, Rick was getting these people accustomed to Walkers, to fighting. Killing. If you're weak, you die. That's it. That was harder for some to understand.

Carl always had his knife strapped to the belt of his jeans, and his father's sheriff hat settled over his grown out, shaggy brown hair.

while basically everyone was off guiding the massive horde of Walkers away from Alexandria by vehicle and flares, the women and children stayed home.

bad plan.

it all happened so quick. A rival group; savages with 'W' written or scratched into their foreheads raided Alexandria. They killed civilians with machetes and molotovs before they even processed the attack was happening.

Maggie, Carol, Morgan, Rosita, and Tara defended those who didn't know how to fight And killed the 'Wolves' before they could get killed.

There were a lot of them.

Carl was supposed to stay inside, to protect Judith and the house at all costs. But then he saw something, someone outside. You. Surrounded by savages with machetes.

Carl felt his breath catch in his throat and he drew his gun out of habit, rushing to the door. it was just instinct at this point.

why did he care if you survived, you weren't friends? He didn't care. He didn't think about that. All he knew was that he had to help. Somehow.

he made sure Judith was safe in her crib before silently cracking open the window and taking aim with his pistol. the distant sound of wailing, screaming, shooting echoed in the walls, but all Carl could see was you, faced with 5 armed men with Sickles and machetes.

one of the Wolves gave you a crazed grin and stepped forward, twisting the machete in his hand. They were all insane. and all they saw was easy prey.