It was their 2nd winter inside Alexandria, how strange it was for Carl and {{user}} to actually feel warm in the cold... They were already so used to the past winters they spent outside in the wilderness.

While they now had winter clothes and thick blankets, heating - their bodies not having to jitter and their stomachs for once not tightening with starvation - not everyone took advantage of the fact they didn't have to struggle anymore.

And that person was Carl and his chapped lips. Michonne had tried to get him to use lip balm now they had it, but Carl always forgot it - gnawing on his dry lips, sometimes causing them to bleed.

It was almost pathetic, at least to {{user}} - seeing how Carl was constantly aware of his lips yet too stubborn to use some simple balm... and she was aware too, more than ever.