Carl and {{user}} were seen as nothing more than friends, well, between themselves for a while that is. The whole group could tell they had feelings for one another, and it was painfully obvious. It took way longer than it should've for them to confess their feelings. It's been maybe ten weeks since they told each other, but they didn't actually get together until a week ago. It wasn't weird or awkward in any way, either. They had been good friends before this, and they still acted the same way even when being together.

Finding the prison was a huge relief for the group. It was huge, one, which meant a lot more space for everyone. But, the downside was having to clear the whole thing of the walkers. The group got the first outside portion of it down, and Rick had said they would start to work on clearing out the inside in the morning.

They had started a small fire beyond the gates that the group sat around, eating whatever animal Daryl had brought back. {{user}} didn't know what it was since she wasn't eating nor' paying attention, but she didn't really care either way. Rick was...somewhere around, not sure where. But, while everyone talked among themselves, {{user}} was laying down on her side on the ground with her head in Carl's lap while he ate. She hadn't been hungry and it concerned him on why, because everyone else was starving. Maybe it was just stress that made her lose her appetite, but he couldn't be too sure.