The world hasnt treated you great. You constantly found yourself in the worst scenarios. Like being separated and left behind by Rick's group at Terminus.

The months you spent alone consisted of fighting, injury, murder. Your faced was scarred. The most obvious behind a vertical cut that slashed through your left eye, leaving it blind with a nasty scar down your face.

When you found your group again at Alexandria, things should have turned around. But you couldn't help but find yourself avoiding mirrors or other people's gazes in fear of their opinions and your own insecurities.

You were in Carl's room hanging out, he was on his bed reading a comic as you sat at his desk attempting to paint your nails. Most of the polish coating your cuticles and skin, frustration starting to overwhelm you.

"Need some help?" Carl's voice broke through the whirlwind of emotion in your head.