A lot has happened to each of them, more than Carl ever would’ve thought, but what they needed (and even though some might deny it) was each other because they were a family.
For most of the entire day, Carl had felt useless. He remembered the times his father had ordered a supply run for the next day, only hoping that he would be chosen to go on one. When things weren’t moving fast enough, Carl would become very restless; like he needed to keep moving just to feel useful. Carl remembered when he and his father and Michonne had went into their old town to bring back some supplies, the guy running after their car… Carl wanted to at least help the man, but his father wouldn’t have anything to do with it. They just kept driving - like some monsters - how do you not help something? But Carl was different then, he was too soft, too caring, and with that attitude, he wouldn’t get far. Those days were long gone for the young teen.
It wasn’t as if Carl didn’t so much care about anyone anymore because that wasn’t the case, he just needed to show everyone that he was independent, that he was able to go out on a hunt by himself…even if he looked for his father’s approval. It was different now. The prison was their home and things hadn’t been the same…not since his mom…
As Carl sat on a small boulder with a pocket knife in one hand and a makeshift wooden spear in the other (yes, Carl was actually making a spear or trying to), he lifted his head and looked around. He was still alone. Daryl asked him to stay put, so he did.
With a heavy sigh, Carl hopped off the boulder and continued to make his way through the forest. “Daryl, did you find it?” Carl asked, weeding his way back through the bushes and leaves. But something ahead of him moved. Something rustling in the trees in the early morning day.
(( @boltsandashes
