Hiding a secret relationship with Carl in the midst of a bustling community like Alexandria was a feat in itself. But I didn't care about the consequences, didn't care about the shocked faces when and if they found out. Because I was with Carl - and nothing could be better. One-shot.

Being the only two teens in our group, I'd never gotten to witness my boyfriend jealous before. But when we got introduced to all of these new communities, it was hard not to admit that I'd caught the eye of a few fresh faces. And Carl had noticed. One-shot.

Carl and I never got along, not since we first met in the mountains as kids. And these days stuck at the prison? Well, things had ceased to get better between us. Although, making fun of Rick was a fun pasttime we both shared. One-time.

I'd been dating my boyfriend, Ron, for the past year - a past year of pure bliss. Carl, my best friend, was dating Enid and as far as I knew, had been happy as well. The drawback? Carl and Ron hated each other. What happens when it all comes to a head? Will confessions be made? Words said that can't be taken back? One-shot.

We were only 16, way too young to have a child. I knew this, Carl knew this. But we loved each other - and no matter what, that would never change. But could we raise a child in the apocalypse? Two-shot.

I'd always been scared of thunderstorms, ever since I was a child. Carl was the only one who knew of my night terrors and likewise, the only one who could comfort me in the dark night hours. One-shot.

I'd never seen Carl jealous - not over anything in the past 10 years of friendship. Not until Alexandria, not until Ron. Then everything changed. One-shot.

Sometimes he was childish, sometimes he was my brave hero. And other times? He was my very best friend. Until a stupid argument turns into a truthful confession. Then where do we stand? One-shot.

I thought I was going to die, the horde of walkers coming closer and closer behind me. And I would have - if it wasn't for Carl. One-shot.

Growing up during an apocalypse, you learned to make do with whatever sweets you could scavenge - Carl and I knew that first hand. Another thing we knew first hand? Never eat Carol's cookies. One-shot.

I'd always bottled up my feelings but living like this was too painful. And Carl would always be my shoulder to cry on, my person to vent to - my love. And together, we would get our revenge. One-shot.

Carl leaving me for Enid felt like treachery, like sacrilege. We were meant to be. At least that's what he'd told me. I was a Greene, I was supposed to be stronger than this. But I wasn't. Because loving him was suicide. One-shot.

Dad would be mad, I knew. It wasn't in Negan's nature to be forgiving. But I couldn't help falling for this Grimes boy. There was something different about him. Even if he was the enemy. One-shot.

A simple shooting lesson to take Carl's mind off things ends up taking his mind to a whole new place. Who knew romance could bloom from target practice? One-shot.

My first Christmas with Carl after dating was a bit chaotic if I'm being honest. Don't get me wrong - I was excited to spend a Christmas as his girlfriend. But really though - what did a girlfriend give as a gift? One-shot.

Watching him with her was torture - pure torture. And I'd just about had enough of it. But I let my anger get the better of me. Will my angry words lead to something else? One-shot.

Negan had acquired a lot of communities along his reign of terror. My brother was better than most at that. But none could catch my eye like that one boy could - Carl. What happens when good meets evil? One-shot.

I hadn't spoken a word since my brother died. Glenn had been my everything, my only constant. And now he was just...gone. But Carl was always there for me, always patiently waiting for me to heal. One-shot.

He was pacifying her, I could tell. Sneaking around, seeing me on the side. But Enid was his second choice - I would always be his first. After all, was he Enid's if he wanted me so bad? One-shot.

The deaths hit me like a ton of bricks. Negan coming here was the worst thing that had ever happened. And now he had Carl, pushing him to the ground. Would this nightmare ever end? And if so, how many had to die before it did? One-shot.

Halloween was my favorite holiday. But once the apocalypse hit? Yeah, I didn't put too much hope into this holiday being the same as before. But apparently, I underestimated Carl Grimes. One-shot.

With Carl holding me, talking about our lives, past and present - sometimes it felt like life could get better. That maybe this world hadn't broken us totally. And of course, the prospect of 112 ounces of pudding helped. One-shot.

It was supposed to be a simple supply run - scavenge food and come back home, back to Carl. But sometimes things don't go the way you plan. Like the fact that I didn't plan on finding a horde of walkers. Fear ignited in my chest. Who could save me now? One-shot.

After my mom, Andrea, left me here - I never thought anyone else would be able to love me. Or that I could love someone. But then Carl came along...and he changed everything. One-shot.

Comic books were the last thing in this world that still felt normal to me - to both myself and Carl, I guess. Which is why we always begged Michonne to bring us back more. Although, I had to say - trying to spoil the ending for him was also pretty fun. One-shot.