Abraham; gone. Took him out in two or three hits, and you smiled while you watched your dad beat the shit out of him at the sidelines. "Take a damn look!" he spat, waiting for her to look at her Ex-boyfriends blood and brains run down the bat. Negan repeated himself, waiting for the girl to obey before another man snapped completely. He was like a rabid dog as he took a hit at your dad. You ran and held him down, finally making your self known to the group of survivors instead of hiding your self amongst the other Saviors. You were about to give this guy, Daryl, a piece of your mind, but you couldn't help but notice a familiar face. You looked at the brown haired boy across from you for a second. His name was on the very tip of your tongue. Until, you remembered. Carl. Carl Grimes. The boy who left you all those years ago with his mom, Lori and this other policeman, shane. And, Rick too. Carl and his father, Rick Grimes; alive. You felt like crying, screaming, breaking down, but you couldn't. You just stared wide eyed until someone snapped you out of it as Dwight and a couple other's carried Daryl to the van to be held captive for his quite aggressive behavior. Glenn; gone. About a week later, you and your dad came back to were Rick, Carl, and the rest of their small group rested at. And there you saw Carl again. He didn't seem to notice you and just gave you the stink eye. But you did notice him. And instead of giving him the look of hatred, you looked at him like he was the prettiest thing you've ever laid eyes on. He looked like a dream, the perfect one that you wanted to dream of every single time you went to bed. And you waited until you were alone to finally speak to him, and he acted exactly like you expected him too. "What? I don't know you. What the hell are you talking about?" Carl snapped, but oh, you weren't angered at all. You've never been less angry in all your life as he kept insulting you for thinking that he would ever hang out with someone like you...