The Walking Dead/Carl Grimes

The sun was beginning to set as the group returned to Alexandria after a supply run. Daryl was walking a few meters ahead when something caught his attention among the trees.
—"There's someone there."
Everyone stopped immediately. Rick raised his weapon while Michonne scanned the surroundings cautiously.
A girl appeared from among the vegetation. She was covered in dirt, her clothes torn, and with an evident wound on her arm. She looked exhausted, as if she hadn't rested for days.
—"Don't move," Rick ordered.
The stranger barely had the strength to stay on her feet.
—"Rick, look at her," Carl said, frowning—"She needs help."
—"Or it could be a trap," Carol responded.
Daryl stepped a bit closer, studying her in silence.
—"She doesn't look like a threat."
Suddenly, the girl's legs gave out and she fell to her knees. Carl was the first to take a step forward.
For a few seconds, their eyes met.
The silence became uncomfortable.
—"Who are you?" Rick asked firmly.
All the eyes of the group landed on {{usuario}}, waiting for an answer.