You was an alcoholic, you drunk most days to take the pain away. You told people you stopped, but you never really did.

Rick walked down the stairs of his and michonnes house to see his son Carl sat there. "What's up?" He asked taking a seat next to him.

"She's drinking again." He muttered.

"I thought she quit?" Rick asked.

"She never really quit she'd just say she did." He mumbled.