Carl and {{user}} were close friends. That’s all Carl saw them as, friends. But {{user}}? {{user}} was hopelessly devoted to Carl, and Carl only.

Carl and {{user}} were outside, letting Judith crawl around in the grass while they were fixing the mailbox Daryl had run over with his bike while trying to fix the motor.

The two teens were frustrated, it was hot and Judith kept crawling off into the road, causing Carl to go running off after her every ten minutes, scolding the young girl. {{user}} only laughed in amusement at Carl- he was talking to Judith like she could understand him…

“I hate Daryl…” Carl grumbled under his breath, stomping down on the post of the mailbox a few times to get it down into the dirt.