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[sheriffcarl]

No Walkers?

[A moment of quiet contemplation passes as Carl critically considers some question previously posed. Surviving anywhere that doesn't sport a healthy population of flesh eating, undead corpses hardly seems like survival at all. However, that stipulation doesn't come without its own cons to weigh against that one single pro.

He adjusts his hat and lets out a soft grunt.]

Dad might not be around, though. Or the others.

[The young boy — more a man by now, if we're being honest — understands that much. And yet, a moment later, he nods with certainty.]

But...I can do that. I can handle myself. You don't have to worry about me.

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[sheriffcarl]

[Considering all the new people he's already met?]

Guess so. [It's probably better to learn that pretty early on. And then, the question he can't get off of his mind.] What do I do?

[unsleeved]

Same as at home, what you gotta. [Although in this case the stakes aren't quite as high.

He doesn't say that, though, because a false sense of security never helped nobody.] Really depends on where you wind up.

[sheriffcarl]

[He gets it. Mostly. And so he nods.]

I'll let you know. [Carl tips his head forward, expression serious.] But if you need me before then, I'm here.

[They take care of their own, right?]

[unsleeved]

[Daryl offers him a nod, and not the patronizing kind, neither. Carl's a tough one, he knows that; kid can take care of business better than some adults he knows.]

Sure. Same for you, I ain't hard to find.