Alexandria. Could he trust it? Carl wasn't sure. When things seemed too good to be true, they probably were. a safe place for his family and group, for Judith to grow up? Carl never thought they'd get a break from the relentless thrill of survival, starving, killing. Carl shared his father's skepticism, just on a smaller scale.

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.

Rick had brought Carl to a woman named Jessie's house. The woman had wanted Carl to meet her son, Ron, hoping Carl would find a friend among the small group of 14-15 year olds that had accumulated into the same group.

Carl's footsteps left creaks in their wake as he scaled the stairs in the simple house, Ron leading him up the stairs and chatting away. Mostly a single sided conversation. It had been a while since he'd seen a house so well kept. Maybe since it hadn't been scavenged like the rest of the world.

Carl made his way to the room he heard more voices in, Ron opening the door to his room. On the bed sat two girls going through comic books, and a boy sat on the carpeted floor playing some obscure video game. They had enough electricity to waste it?

"That's Enid and {{user}}," Ron introduced, gesturing to the ones on the bed, to which they both looked up to the presence of a new kid.

Carl's words caught in his throat, he'd never had friends before, what could he say?

"Uhh, does this belong to someone?" was all Carl could say, extending his hand, fingers wrapped around a folded comic book. Enid eyed the book and looked to {{user}}, knowing it was theirs. She didn't speak to Carl. Enid was never chatty, more reserved and judgy.

Carl's eyes shifted to the other girl, following Enid's eye sight. His eyes didn't want to leave her, but he felt creepy for staring, so Carl's eyes darted back to the book and he held it out for {{user}}.