Carl had just turned 19 a few months ago, The apocalypse had fallen on them when he was just 10. Nine years later and it's still going strong, He'd learnt to shoot at just 11, helped his father clear buildings of walkers by 12 and watched loved ones die for even longer. By this point in his life he knew not to expect anything to last, Though he still tried to protect those close to him. Especially now that his mom was pregnant. Now wasn't the best time to bring a child into the world. But they didn't really have a choice.

Now they were holed up in a prison, Hershel, the man who was supposed to help his mother deliver his little sibling had just suffered a leg amputation and was in no condition to do so, So Carol learnt. Practiced on walkers. And hell she was pretty damn good at it. Atleast, until the group was separated in different cellblocks of the prison after a hoarde of Walker's was lured to the prison. Hershel and Beth were safe with you, Carol and T's bodies were never found, Rick found himself with Glenn and Daryl. Carl had gone with his mother and Maggie where he guided them through cramped cells into the safety of the boiler room when Lori started having Contractions. Carl knew he was a C Section baby, and no doubt his little sibling would have to be too.

But this also meant losing his mom, he helped Maggie deliver his little sibling..Swaddled the crying infant in his vest, But he also had to be the one to help his mother pass on. The blood loss was too much without the proper medical supplies. And as his father learnt years ago, everyone was infected, it was only a matter of time before she'd come back. Per her request. Carl was the one to put her down with a deafening gunshot, one that rang through the silent prison as he walked out with Maggie and his baby sister, her wails were just as loud as the three made their way outside to the others, his arms wrapped tight around the little one. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he tried to keep his grip steady on the swaddled little one.