Carl Grimes (a.k.a. Cyclops, Pickle Rick)
"I remember my eighth birthday at the KCC with that giant cake and aunt Evie showing up on leave, surprising all of us. I remember Mom. I remember Codger. I remember school and going to the movies and Friday-night pizza and cartoons and Grandma and Grandpa and church, those summer barbecues in the kiddie pool you got me. Could've used that at the prison. You told me about the walks we'd take when I was three, you holding my hand, around the neighborhood, all the way to Ross' farm. I didn't know I remembered them, but I do. 'Cause I see the sun and the corn and that cow that walked up to the fence and looked me in the eye. And you told me about all that stuff, but it isn't just that stuff. It's how I felt. Holding your hand, I felt happy and special. I felt safe. I thought growing up was about getting a job and maybe a family, being an adult, but growing up is making yourself and the people you love safe-- as safe as you can, because things happen. They happened before. You were shot, before things went bad. Kinda of felt like things went bad because you were shot. I want to make you feel safe, Dad. I want you to feel just like I felt when you held my hand. Just to feel that way for five minutes. I'd give anything to make you feel that way now. I wanted to kill Negan. I wish I did. Maybe it would've been done. I don't think it's done now. You went out there again, but I don't think they surrendered. I don't think they will surrender. There are workers in there, Dad. They're just regular people-- old people, young people, families. You don't want them to die, Dad. We're so close to starting everything over, and we have friends now. It's that bigger world Jesus talked about-- the Kingdom, the Hilltop-- there's-- there's got to be more places, more people out there, a chance for everything to change and keep changing, everyone giving everyone the opportunity to have a life-- a real life. So if they won't end it, you have to. You have to give them a way out. You have to find peace with Negan, find a way forward somehow. We don't have to forget what happened, but you can make it so that it won't happen again, that nobody has to live this way, that every life is worth something. Start everything over. Show everyone that they can be safe again without killing, that it can feel safe again, that it could go back to being birthdays and school and jobs and even Friday-night pizza somehow. And walks with a dad and a three year old holding hands. Make that come back, dad. And go on those walks with Judith. She'll remember them. I love you. Carl." —Carl's letter to his father, Rick Grimes.