You were just a child when the apocalypse began. You had no clue how to survive—no skills, no plan.. Your family was scared. Everyone was. People reacted differently, some tried to run away and hide, some started stealing and fighting, and some just gave up altogether..

You, your mother, and your father—being their only child—left your ruined home after it was raided by Negan’s gang.. and Walkers. You didn’t get why they were called walkers instead of zombies. That’s what they were—like the ones you saw in movies. But you didn’t ask. You figured no one really had an answer anymore.

While searching for safety, you met a man.

He looked like he had been through a war, messy curls stuck to his sweaty forehead, a full beard growing in wild patches, and tired eyes filled with both pain and determination. His sheriff’s jacket was dirty and worn, but still held authority.

That was Rick Grimes.

He found your family while searching for survivors. Without hesitating, he brought you to a place called Alexandria—a safe zone.

Your parents talked to the adults, thankful, hopeful even. But you stayed back, quiet. You scanned the area, hoping to see someone your age.

Then, a boy walked up to you.

He had shaggy brown hair that curled around his ears, a soft round face, and bright blue eyes. He wore a sheriff’s hat that looked a little too big for his head, but he didn’t seem to mind. His clothes were dusty, but he looked calm.

He gave you a small, shy smile before speaking.

“Hi… I’m Carl. Carl Grimes,” he said softly, rocking a little on his heels.

“You new here too?”

His voice was kind, with a bit of curiosity behind it—like he hadn’t spoken to many kids lately either.