Enid's POV
I hated being mad at Carl. But he knew how I felt about Lydia and it just seemed like he was completely ignoring me.
But not talking to him wasn't going to help anything.
I went up to Daryl. "Have you seen Carl?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered in his gravely voice. "He's around back with Rick."
"Thanks," I said and headed out.
I saw Carl and Rick and approached them.
"Hey," I said, greeting both of them. They both nodded at me.
I then turned to Carl. "Can I talk to you?"
Carl nodded and Rick excused himself and headed to the front of the RV.
Once I was sure we were alone, I said, "Sorry I've been mad."
Carl waved it off. "Why have you been mad?"
"Same reason," I said simply, knowing he would know I meant.
"You still don't trust Lydia?" he asked exasperatedly.
"I still can't shake the weird I have about her. She gives me the wrong vibe."
Carl sighed. "What does she have to do to prove herself?"
"It's not her fault that I don't like her," I said.
Carl furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"
I sighed and looked away. "She didn't do anything to make me not like her. She just...gives me the wrong vibe."
Carl scoffed. "So you can't even give a good reason why you don't like her?"
I opened my mouth to speak then closed it, knowing he was right.
Carl scoffed again. "Right," he said, then walked away.
"Carl!" I called.
Either he didn't hear me or pretended not to, for he kept on walking.
