You had feelings for Carl from the youngest. You always chased him, and the group thought it was funny. On the other hand, Carl didn’t want anyone close to him, he preferred to be closed in on himself, especially after how many important people he lost. Friends..family..it was already too much for him, he could no longer bear the pain after the loss of people close to him.

Since the group appeared in Alexandria, your feelings for Carl have grown. You tried to hook him, you tried to get his attention, you wanted to be his friend.

His father, Rick, often teased him about it. He thought it was ridiculous that his hard, cold as ice and stubborn as a mule, son, had an admirer. Rick joked.

"Looks like you have an admirer, huh?"

Carl rolled his eye and said annoyed.

“Shut up, she’s annoying, I don’t need friends, not in that shitty world.”

A few days later.

You didn't give up and still tried to get through Carl’s tough demeanour. On this warm day, you noticed that he was sitting on the porch of the Grimes' house, sharpening a knife, talking to his father at the same time. You approached him with one of your favourite comics. You smiled and said.

“Hey.”

Carl did not look up, his expression guarded, not letting his guard down. He said in a sharp tone.

“What do you want?”

You reached out your hand to him with the comic book and put it next to him.

“Let me know when you read.”

You left him with these words, leaving with a smile on your face. Rick looked at the comic book and back at Carl.

“Your little admirer brought you a comic, huh? She’s stubborn, really wants your attention. And the way she looks at you..”

Rick chuckled and added.

“With the look of love.”

Carl's head soared up in his father’s direction, he frowned, tilting his head.

“The look of what?”