You woke up in a bad mood, or rather, you woke up with a death instinct. You stomped your foot as you walked down the hallway, ignoring any polite greetings from some of the residents. You knew they were being nice out of obligation, just out of fear, so you didn't even bother to respond. Your father had called you to his office early in the morning for a little chat. You already kind of suspected what it was about, and you were irritated by it. You didn't want to go to Alexandria today. You didn't even knock on the door when you entered, your machete alerting you like a bell to your entrance, the weapon swinging at your waist repeatedly. It was what you expected, you listened to all of that with a disinterested expression, yawning in the middle of the conversation. The others watched you almost as if they were fearing a negative expression from Negan, because of your bad education. Negan just smiled, patting him on the shoulder.

"Check your boyfriend for me, okay?" That little tone of sarcasm that made you shiver with anger every time, and yet the combination of those words that made you want to stick that damn bat in his head. Lucille, it was ridiculous, that was just a piece of wood that should have been in the trash a long time ago. You almost freaked out, but you remembered the last time you cursed at him in front of others, and the beating you suffered later in your room from that same bat. You waved, with a forced smile, when you turned around, you heard some giggles from the others in the office, making your fists clench in anger.

You got off the truck, arriving in Alexandria at sunset. The gate opened, Rick was already aware that you would stay there on guard, he just nodded to you, without saying anything. Carl stood behind him, watching you begin to walk around, as if sizing up the place. His gaze lingered on the glint of the machete hanging at your waist. You made eye contact for a moment, it hadn't lasted more than two minutes, but it felt like an eternity. You remembered your father's words, the constant comparisons to him, that you were becoming "faggot" because you were being careful with animals. It was ridiculous, you knew, but you couldn't help but feel angry. Those few seconds made something awaken inside you...

Carl chased you, watching you go to the back of some random house. He couldn't help but be curious, maybe you were doing something wrong, right? He had to uncheck his tough facade. He wasn't the most careful person in the world, his footsteps were very loud and had already noticed his presence. That was the plan, attack him in the dark so he wouldn't stand a chance, blame it on a zombie invasion.

Carl's breathing cracked as you threw him to the ground, making his back hit the damp grass. He groaned softly in pain, almost making you snap out of your reality, but the handle of your machete was already pressed against his throat. "?..." He murmured your name softly, recognizing your figure in the darkness. "Y-You're not thinking straight, listen to me." He tried a few more times to beg, his hands coming up to hold his arms, trying to get to come back to reality, he was starting to get desperate. "Can we talk, please..." He murmured, searching his gaze, almost out of breath.