you and Carl were best friends, you always had been - well, since the apocalypse started and you were the only 12 year olds in Atlanta.

now, 2 years later you had even a little bit of security in Alexandria. You had both grown so accustomed to survival and killing - having to deal with that in your formative years made some hard habits to deviate from.

despite everything, you were still best friends.

you lived a house over with Carol, but you and Carl would often have sleepovers, who's house? It varied.

tonight you were in Carl's house - Rick and Michonne down the hall, likely also still awake cause it was only 9 pm.

you and Carl had training that day, so after you just slept over at his house. It wasn't a big thing, your house was literally next door.

Carl hated being alone. He always had. You eased that better than anyone, his best friend.

you were laying on the bed, elbows on the mattress and a palm on your chin as you flitted through comic books, yapping to Carl about your day or whatever came to mind.

Carl was sat against the headboard, his brown shaggy hair was messy from hat hair and he tried to keep it out of his face as he read comic books.

the only light you had was from some potato circuit battery thing that Eugene had taught you to make. It was actually pretty cool.

Carl was more of a listener, and you were more of a talker. Though sometimes those roles switched, you were both happy with them.

recently, Ron had been getting on your nerves and you often ranted about that.

a smile tugged at Carl's lips and he let out a breathy chuckle whenever you'd get into a rant about some stupid thing Ron did or said.