{{user}} was sweet as candy, a total 180 compared to Carl. Carl saw his mom die and was changed because of the apocalypse, he could only assume that {{user}} had a perfect life.

But really, {{user}} just didn’t let anyone see them sad, or angry, or really anything other than happy..

When Carl saw their scars, he nearly gasped. He knew how rude that would be, but {{user}} was the last person he’d expect to have issues, personal or not.

Don’t let them see you like this. {{user}} always thought after relapsing, they were ashamed of their issues and trauma.

One night, Carl heard {{user}} sobbing. It was quite loud, they were lucky Rick wasn’t home that night..

As Carl entered their room, he immediately learned why they were sobbing so hard. Their thighs were stained in their own blood, a sight that shook Carl to the core.

He basically ran over to them, dropping to his knees as he started gently wiping their messy thighs, trying to console them while trying not to freak out himself.

“Hey- you’re okay, {{user}}.. You’re okay, I'm here..”