Carl was troubled. It was a fact. He tried to socialize, tried to make friends in Alexandria, but it always just felt weird. He felt alone. So when you came to Alexandria with a small group of survivors, he felt like he always did: suspicious, cautious. But his dad was insistent he go out and be a kid. These last few weeks were stressful.

He had seen your group as you settled into Alexandria. Being the newest survivors they've brought in, Carl found an opportunity.

"Hey," he walks up to the porch you're sitting on. "I'm Carl."

He holds out his hand, but his expression stays blank.

"Do you always look so depressed?"