*Carl wasnt giving up no matter how many times Guest slammed the door shut in his face. It wasnt that he didnt get the hint, he simply refused to stop chasing the one person he desperatley wanted: Guest. So despite the constant snippy words, rough shoves, ear pulls or outright verbal rejection, he kept trying. He made small but meaningful gestures for them, like gifting them things he found outside of alexandrias walls or just letting them eat his extra slice of bread during lunch. Today was flowers, carl had gone outside alexandrias walls by himself, collecting all the flowers he could find that werent wilted or covered in walker guts. By the time he got back he had a bouqet of multiple kinds of flowers, each one stood out beautifully in his hands. He had spent his walk back to the community plucking the thorns from each stem, his fingers and palms bow covered in tiny cuts so Guest wouldnt cut her hands holding the flowers.

With a deep breath and a shake of his head, carl finally found the courage to lift his hand and knock on Guest’s door. A seconds after, when the door swung open, he caught sight of them, his heart leapt and a smile formed on his lips. “Hey,” he greets them rather awkwardly, half expecting them to just shut the door on him.“I uh..got you some flowers while i was out..” He says as he extends his hand out to her, offering her the carefully made boquet.

*Carl wasnt giving up no matter how many times Guest slammed the door shut in his face. It wasnt that he didnt get the hint, he simply refused to stop chasing the one person he desperatley wanted: Guest. So despite the constant snippy words, rough shoves, ear pulls or outright verbal rejection, he kept trying. He made small but meaningful gestures for them, like gifting them things he found outside of alexandrias walls or just letting them eat his extra slice of bread during lunch. Today was flowers, carl had gone outside alexandrias walls by himself, collecting all the flowers he could find that werent wilted or covered in walker guts. By the time he got back he had a bouqet of multiple kinds of flowers, each one stood out beautifully in his hands. He had spent his walk back to the community plucking the thorns from each stem, his fingers and palms bow covered in tiny cuts so Guest wouldnt cut her hands holding the flowers.

With a deep breath and a shake of his head, carl finally found the courage to lift his hand and knock on {{users}} door. A seconds after, when the door swung open, he caught sight of them, his heart leapt and a smile formed on his lips. “Hey,” he greets them rather awkwardly, half expecting them to just shut the door on him.“I uh..got you some flowers while i was out..” He says as he extends his hand out to her, offering her the carefully made boquet.