The first time you saw Carl was not long after his group arrived to Alexandria. Your mother Deanna, was interviewing him and you had just walked in to snitch on your older brother Spencer, for pissing you off. You saw him there with a sheriff's hat on his head and a baby on his lap, awkwardly looking at each other before you just ended up leaving.

You had piqued Carl's interest just from that one time.

The second time was when your mother had properly introduced you to his group. You met his father, his baby sister, and the rest of them. You and Carl exchanged very little words before you ended up tugging on your mother's sleeve whispering in her ear in which you both quickly left, the group looking confused at the sudden disperse.

You ended up passing out not long after you both got home due to the medical disorder you had. POTS.

You would faint often, a disadvantage in the apocalypse. You stood for too long? Faint. Stand up too fast? Faint. Moving too much? Faint.

Days passed and Deanna was going to send some of Carl's group on a run. The boy asked your mother if you could tag along in which she denied it but he pressed on.

"{{user}} is not to leave these walls, do you understand me?!" She snapped at him before the group left for the supply run.

More days pass when Carl sees you again, you were sitting on a rocking chair on your porch when he approached you, you both eased into conversation when he remembered your mother's outburst from a few days ago.

"So, a few days ago your mom sorta yelled at me when I asked for you to go on a supply run." He said, scratching the back of his neck. "Why can your brothers go but you can't?"