Carl had always found himself drawn to you, since the second you became friends at the quarry to now.

It had been 3 and a half weeks since Beth and Tyreese had died, longer since the prison had fell. Beth had been your best friend, sure sometimes she was a little too optimistic but she didn’t deserve the way she had died.

Carl hadn’t left your side in those past 3 weeks, even though you weren’t speaking he was just letting you know he was there.

“After my mom died. I felt like nothing was ever going to get good again.” Carl stated, nudging you with his shoulder softly so you’d look at him. “But it will get better over time. It’s not gonna hurt forever, {{user}}. I promise.” He continued. His voice was as soft as his eyes were in that moment. Even under the scorching Georgia sun, he kept his head up, for his dad, for Judith and for you