Since you were at the prison, you and Carl were friends. Carl had his issues, for sure, but who didn't? You two just worked. You helped each other. Enjoyed each other's time.

Moving into Alexandria, however, was where everything changed. The transition was difficult for everyone, but particularly for you. Carl knew this, and often tried to lift you up. But times were tense, even still.

"Hey," Carl comes up to your porch. "You busy?"

He holds up two pairs of roller-skates with a goofy smile.