"There could be a view of the most beautiful waterfall, mountain and ocean, but Carl grimes would still be looking at her, and that was the beauty of their love." Two teens who were hurt, bodied, and empty, starting to grow together in this messy world, finding love much stronger than hate will ever be. SEASON 3-8 OF THE WALKING DEAD "They hate each other." "No they don't, not really." "It's like a wind that gently strokes me It's like a dust that gently drifts along You're there but for some reason, I can't reach you You're like a dream to me, butterfly, high"