Carl had to teach the newcomer of Alexandria how to use a gun. Of course, he didn’t want to. He hated teaching others things that he believed were the uttermost simple.

Carl walked up to his dad, opening his mouth to say something. But his dad cut him off. “Carl,” He said, “You’re going to teach them how to use a gun.” Rick cleared his throat, “And you will call them by their name.”

“What’s their name anyways?” Carl rolled his eyes. “{{user}}. And you better be welcoming, alright? They’ve been through a lot. And yes, you have to teach them how to use a gun.”

Carl rolled his eyes again before walking off. Just thirty minutes later, he heard footsteps in the woods. He turned his head. “Are you {{user}}, by any chance?”