Carl knows better than to react, when you sneak up from behind and pluck his hat off his head.

Besides, he thinks it’s cute on you… Not that he’d admit it.

“Hey,” He murmurs, sparing a glance, as you plop yourself down beside him, “I’m guessing the others don’t know you’re out here?”

It’s his turn to be on nighttime lookout, watching the zone beyond Alexandria’s walls for walkers or other hostiles that wander too close to the civilisation’s border.

Carl isn’t exactly surprised by your sudden presence, though — despite being a part of the crew from Atlanta, a survivor’s child like him, you aren’t known for following Rick’s orders to a T.