I have to say the scene I love him in is with Negan at the dinner table waiting for Rick while they're about to eat sphagetti. i just love how Carl sits there stoically and how absurd it is and when Negan asks him to pass the rolls, he just looks at him and Negan says, "pleeease" Carl grabs the rolls and passes them still no emotion. I crack up every time I see it.

 

I like the scene where he didn't stay in the house

 

rollerskating with Enid.

 

Sharing candy with Michonne whilst walking the rail track on the way to Terminus. That little bit of bonding helped Michonne as much as it did Carl.

That and also the pudding scene.

 

Two come to mind.

Firing the first shots of the war. Everybody else was standing around processing the situation and Carl just starts straight up shooting people.

A more subtle moment that I liked. When he was holding the gun on Davey and Negan was telling him to hand it over. Carl reaches around Negan to hand the gun to Rick. He wouldn't give in to Negan, only to his Father. That was a cool moment.

 

I liked the portrayal of a resilient apocalypse childhood--swinging his feet on the roof, eating pudding with a walker growling right behind him, for example.

 

What moment that stands out for me is his talk about "kids". What did this come from? Why is he so keen on kids having a good time? There is even barely any seen so what kids is he talking about? His sister? She is a baby! Not even a kid. He start to sound like a 13-15 year old rebel kid who mutters about how his sister that is 19 can do what she want.

 

I can't place this.

When he talked about kids showing their parents the way, that's when I went, WTH, This is out of the blue and out of character. But now I know this was immediately after he was bitten, so I guess he was expressing his hope to make a lasting contribution before he dies.

 

Yeah it was a bit weird. I would be more understandable of him if he talked about everyone on average, a throw back to that one time he shot a KID infront of Hershel. Some home tying in Hershel life views into his own and spreading them a new. It be a token honour to Hershel and Glenn and maybe even Dale. The three morale compasses that all died in the "service" of Ricks Hobo Commandos. Three morale compasses I liked more than the new in Jesus aswell. I think they did the whole deal better.

 

I still love "Rick's Hobo Commandos."

 

I guess this is more of a Rick moment, but it involves Carl. While I was pregnant they aired the episode where Rick bit Joe's throat out, and to me it was such a pure, raw moment of fatherhood and an example of the lengths someone would go through to protect their child. I was really emotional as he spit Joe's neck flesh out, as odd as that sounds. I mentioned my pregnancy because I'm sure that amplified it

 

Haha I think it is very fiting! Since I saw their raid to rescue Glenn and Maggie from the Woodbury douchebags! I was like "Yes! They are the Hobo Commandos!"

 

One of my favorite Carl moments is when he was trying to teach Father Gabriel how to defend himself with the machete. Cracked me up when he started talking about how you have to use a lot of force cause their skull isn’t always that soft, lol

Carl was never really one of my favorite characters, but there were a few moments where I really admired him, like when he told his dad to step down as a leader at the prison because he was burning out. Also I thought it was cool how he was the first one to shoot back when they had their first confrontation with the Saviors last season.

But the most memorable moment is when he stepped up to shoot his mom. The look on his face as he walked away was heartbreaking.

 

More spectacular words were never spectacularized!

 

OMG, my new favorite meme of all time!!!! Best. Post. Ever.

 

that meme is expertly captioned!!

 

I liked the opening minutes of the season 3 premiere episode "Seed" when Carl helped the group clear the house. Seeing Carl using a gun with a homemade suppressor, and sweeping the rooms along with Rick, showed how much he had grown up.