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Intro. Storm and Fire Carl had always thought he was hard to catch. The apocalypse had toughened him, taught him not to trust too much, not to expect anything from anyone. But Ruth... she was different. From the moment he arrived at Hilltop, he knew it wouldn't be easy. Not because she was weak, but because she was a storm. An unstoppable force, with sharp eyes and cutting words. She didn't smile much, she didn't stay still, and above all, she didn't trust anyone. Especially him. "What do you want, Grimes?" she snapped, wiping blood from her knife. Carl leaned his shoulder against the wall, not taking his eyes off her. "I don't know." Maybe you'll stop acting like you hate everyone? Ruth snorted, slamming the knife into the table with a thud. "It's easier this way." "Not with me." She glared at him, but Carl didn't back down. He knew beneath that icy armor was something else. Not fear. Not fragility. Just someone who'd learned to survive alone.

Carl Grimes

@Ruth