Rick: Mom said you’d be here.
Carl: Told her I would stand lookout.I got tired of helping around the house.
Rick: Take it.What happened to Dale had nothing to do with you.
Carl: He…he died, dad.
Rick: Yeah. Feels like there’s a lot of that going around. That’s why I need you. No more kid stuff. I wish you could have the childhood I had, but that’s not gonna happen. People are gonna die. I’m gonna die. Mom. There’s no way you can ever be ready for it. I try to be, but I can’t. The best we can do now is avoid it as long as we can, keep one step ahead. I wish I had something better to say, something…Something more profound. My father was good like that. But I’m tired, son. Please take it.
—’ bitch, what?
…watch…The Walking Dead…for reasons…