as soon as the gun is pointed at him charlie's making a point of showing that his hands are empty, though he tries not to move too much — he doesn't exactly want to get shot today. plus, the boy isn’t looking like he particularly wants to deal with him.
❝ no. not bit. and uh— one, one person. my dad, but he was bit, i-i had to— ❞
the gun is lowered, though the look of suspicion doesn’t leave carl’s face. he stares at the other, eye still narrowed. ❝ alright... you can come in, but we’ll be watching you for a week or so. ❞
he moves out of the way, inviting the other male inside the community. it was a trial, something the survivors did with every new person that entered alexandria. ❝ i’m carl. i’m the leader here in alexandria, i can show you around if you want. ❞