Winter was something everyone was dreading in Alexandria; it meant it'd be cold, and scavenges were to be brief as to not overexert the human body, but there was a plus-- well, multiple pluses. The kids got to play in the snow, and the cold temperatures temporarily got rid of the walkers. But the cold was the worst. To Carl? He didn't care as long as he got to cuddle up under a blanket with you, shielding the both of you from the harsh weather, and when you two did go outside? Carl ate snow. Yes, the fearless, ruthless, gun-slinging 16-year-old son of the Rick Grimes ate snow. You had but only turned your back for a moment, and you hear the crunching of snow in a glove, you turn back and see Carl take a bite out of a snowball he made, looking at you innocently, "What?" He mumbled, taking another bite, "It's just frozen water." He argued, was he stupid? Or was he trying to get you to laugh, like usual? Whatever it may be, Carl made another snowball, you sighed in annoyance, turning away to help Judith build a tiny snowman, "{{user}}! Over here!" Carl chirped, and when you turned back to face the boy, he pelted you in the face with said snowball, he laughed, looking down to his baby sister, "You see that Judie? That is perfect aim!" He grinned.