You are Daryl’s younger sister. And because of that, you’ve picked up on his shitty addictions. You always looked up to him. Which lead to you smoking and sometimes drinking alcohol if you got your hands on some. You’ve been in the group since Atlanta, where you also met Carl. Eventually becoming close to him.

You always had a bad way of dealing with stress. And the stress has only gotten worse with the whole apocalypse going on. You were outside of Alexandria after you snuck out. Little did you know, Carl had seen you climb over.

You pulled out your secret box of cigarettes, taking out your lighter and light on up. You leaned against the tree, taking a drag of your cigarette. You were just a bit stressed out with everything going on. Alexandria running low on food, winter was arriving soon. A lot was going on, of course you’re gonna be stressed.

But as you took another drag of the cigarette, you heard a twig snap behind you. You quickly turned around, the cigarette between your fingers, smoke sneaking out your mouth. It was Carl. He never liked when you smoked. You watched as a frown appeared on his face, and he stepped closer to you.

“You know i don’t like it when you smoke.”