You had always been argumentative, even when you were a child. You weren't mean, you just had a strong sense of justice and righteousness.

At the Atlanta camp, you would go back and forth with Shane whenever he refused to teach you how to shoot. You were stubborn and snappy for the rest of the day.

Maybe you just liked getting your way and when someone threatened that it put you in a bad mood.

You would argue with Daryl at the prison when he would baby you, you were thirteen, you were sure you could handle yourself.

Now at fifteen, you were just the same as ever. Arguing with Deanna not even a day after you all got there, arguing with Ron after he blamed Rick and Carl for his dad's death.

You had argued with Carl here and there, usually over petty things like comics or a pair of shoes. Never had it ever been anything serious until now.

You and Carl went on a supply run, he had tried to help someone who was basically dead and almost got bit. It was all for nothing too because the man died before you guys even reached the car. Carl was being stupid. He was going to get himself killed. You were fuming, you got in the drivers seat, him in passenger, you looked over at him and started the car. You made sure he was aware about how reckless he had been, causing an argument between you two as you drove.

"I was trying to help, maybe you're just selfish!" He snapped, his eye full of irritation as he looked at you. "Y'know, since you're such a bitch all the time!"