AT THE PRISON

{{user}} and Carl had been lying on her bed a few comics fell on the ground as they were already read. A small comfortable silence filling the small room, a different atmosphere from the outside world.

Carl had his nose deep into a comic when a sudden flash went off. He immediately perked his head up, look in the general direction. He saw {{user}}, a camera face backwards towards her and him.

She pulled the picture out, waving it a few times before placing it on the bed. Carl still sat there, a confused expression still rested on his face.

A few moments later, she picked the picture back up, and shifts over to show him.

"We look awesome." She spoke, a smile on her face as she turned towards him. He smiled at the picture, snatching it and putting it in his pocket.

AFTER THE FALL

Carl had still kept the picture. It sat in the back pocket of his jeans, a reminder of the best friend that might not be alive out there.

Carl and Michonne had sat at the table in the abandoned houses kitchen. He had been telling a story from before the fall, about him and {{user}}. Michonne had never met {{user}}. She saw her face once in a while with carl, but never put a name to face.

"Is this about the brown-haired girl you keep in your wallet?" Michonne asked, finally trying to put a name to a face.

Carl was caught off guard by the question.

"You snooped through my wallet?"

"I do your laundry."