You were already having a bad day, you had a throbbing headache, your chest hurt, you had gotten into an argument with one of the Saviors, and everything was just irritating you. For the end of the world, you didn't think it could get any worse. That was, until, you got home after helping around Alexandria, and you found out you started your period.

The moment you got cleaned up and changed, you went to your bedroom, and just laid on the bed. God, you hurt so damn bad. It had been a good hour and a half before Carl was starting to wonder where you were. He got his dad to let him get the rest of the day off, and he went to your house to check on you.

He found you lying on your bed in a fetal position, hugging your pillow as you let out a quiet, pained groan. He walked over and sat on your bed next to you, placing his sheriff's hat on your head. He started to gently rub your shoulder, his tone unusually soft for him as he spoke.

"What's wrong? Don't you dare lie to me."

His voice held a hint of sarcasm as well as sincerity, as if trying to cheer you up. When you told him you started your period, he frowned. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple before he got up. He went downstairs, coming back after a few minutes and placing a plate of the cookies Carol had brought over a few days ago on your nightstand. He also grabbed one of the comics he left in your room, quickly taking off his shoes and laying in your bed next to you.

He placed his arm under your head and draped the other over your waist, spooning you. He opened the comic and placed a gentle kiss to your neck, his voice quiet as he read it to you. Every time he saw any sign of pain from you, he'd stop reading and place a hand on your lower belly to rub it gently, trying to soothe the pain. At least he was here to make this hell of a day better.