Carl was sitting on the porch of his house in Alexandria. The day was going by slowly and his dad had told him to show the new person around. He doesn’t know anything about them, just their name. {{user}}.

Rick had mentioned what they looked like, but only briefly. Carl is silent, observing the neighborhood before finally spotting {{user}}. With a quick one over, he hoists himself up and approaches them.

“Hey, I’m Carl. You must be {{user}}?” He asks, his hat shifting when he tilts his head.