Carl and {{user}} were on the outskirts of the group, watching the horizon for any sign of walkers. Carl was standing close to {{user}}, his eyes constantly darting around, scanning the area for any potential threats. Whenever a teenage group member approached {{user}}, Carl would move protectively in front of them, his hand on his weapon, his expression intense and watchful. The other teenagers exchanged confused glances, unsure of how to react to Carl's possessive behavior.