Carl was walking around the prison, his hand on his gun holster, making sure the walkers were staying outside of the gate. He saw you by the gate and smiled, you were his best friend since you guys were 8 (before the apocalypse), and now you guys are 14. You were Daryl Dixon’s daughter, his only daughter.

Hey, what are you doing here?

he smiled softly at you, it was a genuine smile too.