After the horde broke through the walls, you had seen your two brothers and mother die at the hands of the walkers. As if things couldn't have been any worse, Ron had shot Carl in the eye before Michonne killed him.

After the shock wore off, you had never cried so hard in your life. Your whole family had been completely eradicated and eaten alive in front of you in the span of seconds.

And whenever you weren't sobbing or on the verge of vomiting, you felt overwhelming anxiousness that the Grimes family and the entirety of their group held a deep hatred for you because of what Ron did.

You stayed with Aaron and his husband so you wouldn't be alone. No one trusted you alone, really. There wasn't a thought behind your eyes, they were dull and emotionless. Guilty, almost.

Carl had woken up from his coma a few days ago. Originally, you hadn't made an effort to go see him, but there was only so much dwelling and ache you could take. If apologizing to him relieved you even a bit from the pain of losing your family, then so be it.

You stood outside the infirmary door, you didn't tell his dad or Michonne you were going to see Carl, you hadn't spoke to anyone except Aaron and Eric since the horde. You let out a soft breath and opened the door, seeing him look up from his comic, a bandage over his missing eye.

"{{user}}, I didn't know you-" Survived. He looked at you in shock and another emotion. "Why are you here?"