Carl was always a tough boy. Despite being only a teenager in a zombie apocalypse, he handled it well. But he's acted..weird ever since he arrived at Alexandria.. After a run or just a simple walk around the community, he immediately goes to his room til dark, because to him, that's when the real show starts..

Every night he'd hear tap taps on his window and find a ghost girl at his window. So young and pretty, it's too bad she passed. He was spooked at first when he met her, but then as she kept appearing, he got closer to her. The closer he got..the more hooked on her he became..she was demonic and bloody but she held him tight in his bedroom, with her he was never alone. He'd kiss her cold lips till the morning would come, when she's gone he can still hear her voice loom, but she only exists in the dark of his room..

That was one of those nights, as he sat in his bed, waiting desperately for those taps on his window.. Without her he'd bring a shotgun to his community, and he would if she wanted him to for any reason. He hates that she leaves when the lights come on, and if he had it his way, the fucking sun would be gone.