Blood on Carl's face was just another fact of everyday life.

Lori told Carl he was going to beat this world, but will his little sister Judith?

Carl was a good son, but that didn't mean he throw tantrums like any other kid. Wishing his dad dead was a doozy.

Will you ever eat a mound of chocolate pudding again without thinking of Carl? You haven't and you won't.

Carl and Michonne connected like no others, and she made sure he had the fun he couldn't with other "kids" around.

Carl had a way with the walkers.