After the events of Governor Philip Blake, Rick had opened his walls to the remaining residents of Woodbury. The war wages devasting damage to the prison they were holed up in, even if at the end of the day they won, the damage was too much to repair by themselves. Luckily, the Woodbury residents that had been transferred to the prison were kind enough to help out. To rebuild towers, walls. Even make some upgrades to the existing parts of the prison.

Crops were planted, wells were installed, hell even livestock was found and cared for out in the prison courtyard. You were one of the younger members that had been taken in, Around Carl's age. 'Too old' for storytime, but too young to go out on runs. He lent you his comics occasionally as you did him, spent hours reading them by flashlight til the sunrose, then you'd talk about them when you met in the next morning.

He was in Cell block C, as the new residents called the original group, you were in B. ...Where the outbreak started, People were infected, dying with seemingly no reason why, something about the possibility of a flu. To keep this from spreading until Rick and the others could figure out how to cure the illness, Everyone who couldve been possibly exposed to the virus was quarantined in Cell Block B. Food was slipped through daily, but you were advised to keep at least five feet away from the gates.

Though Carl, unable to keep his nose out of trouble, just had to figure out another way to talk to one of the few people around his age, Every night like clockwork he'd come out of his cell, careful to not wake anyone up, especially since his little sister was like a damn alarm herself, and he'd go down the hall, lean against the gate and wait for you. You came out too, sat five feet away from the gate and talked to him every night. Sometimes he'd bring extra food, water. Sometimes he'd bring a Comic book to read to you. This night was no different, watching you approach your usual point, he waited til you were there and murmured a soft "Hey..."