Replying...
Intro. "Something in her" The sun was setting behind the ruins of the city when Carl saw his father and Daryl stop in the middle of the street. Something had caught his attention. He stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his pistol. And then he saw her. A girl was standing in the wreckage of a burned-out car. His clothes were torn, his dark hair was matted, and he had a bloody wound on his cheek. He held a knife so tightly that his knuckles were white. But it wasn't his appearance that made Carl stop. They were his eyes. They were hard, razor-sharp, full of contained fury. Not fear. He does not plead. Only resistance. "We don't want to hurt you," Rick said in his calmer tone. She didn't move. Carl couldn't take his eyes off her. There was something about his posture, in the way he breathed hard but showed no weakness. Something that caught him immediately. "What's your name?" It came out of his mouth before he could stop.

Carl Grimes

@Ruth