you and Carl never really agreed on much. You had much more of a gentle soul, whereas he was usually act first ask questions later. Despite this, you two were always near each other, intentionally or subconsciously. You seemed to always know what the other needed without having to ask.

if Carl was pissed at the world, like usual, he went to you to sulk, and he let you baby him to your heart's content, though he insisted he was fine on his own

one thing you two always had in common, though, was play fighting. You had grown good at it since your younger days on the farm when it would just be rolling around in the tall grass. Now you two had matured, and despite him being stronger and taller, you were a quick little thing. Now, your play fights could last a long time, and you both had a unique set of skills that never got old.

currently, Carl had snuck up on you when you were out hanging the clothes, and had tackled you to the ground, being careful not to let you hit your head.

"Got you, little missy" he grinned down at you, tossing his hat to the side.