Keeping my eye on you. || A Rarl story, Carl x Ron from the walking dead

The shot || Chapter I

Note from me:

Just a heads up before we start, if you don't ship Ron and Carl thats fine, no need to read this. If you got any feedback or just any comments in general feel free to comment and I'll check it out. Enjoy! 

Ron's POV:

I stood inside my old room, packing my shit up in a duffle bag trying to keep my feelings inside. Sam was gone, mom was gone, my dad was shot by Carl's dad, I shot Carl in the eye probably making me the bad guy of Alexandria. I didn't mean to do it, it just happened and yeah I know I shouldn't take my hatred out on Carl instead of Rick who was the one who shot my dad, but it just happens Carl's annoying as fuck what can I say?

After a while of going trough my stuff and filling up on duffle bag I went downstairs to my dad's secret spot where he had hidden all his alcohol and cigarette packs he'd gathered before he died. I grabbed my backpack this time, filling it up with everything I could untill the small box that ha been filled with alcohol was empty and I pushed it away with my foot to head to my old bathroom, to get all my shit from there.

"Fuck." I grunted when I moved in some weird way that made the wound that went trough  my back and out from the stomach hurt like hell. I quickly grabbed my ADHD meds and threw them in my backpack before heading out from the house.

Rick and some others where discussing who I would stay at right now, that was why he told me to get my shit so I did. It had been about a week since my mom and Sam died, and I shot Carl. He was still at the 'hospital' with Denise treating him, he would be ok and a part of me was scared of that.

I quietly walked up to Rick who was talking with Francine. "Thank you, I mean it." Rick told her before turning to look at me with an angry look, he hated me and I wouldn't blame him. "Well, Ron you're staying with Francine." He said, shaking me by the shoulder before heading towards the armory. 

"Well kiddo, c'mon I'll show you around my house!" Francine said, nodding for me to follow her. I knew Francine was a hard ass, working construction meaning she'll wake up at 5 in the morning and wake me up with her. I once tasted her cooking at a party, it was so bad! But I guess she wouldn't be that strict with when I go and when I come unlike my mom.

Francine's house wasn't as big as all the other once around here, it had three bedrooms, two bathrooms a hanging out area and a kitchen. It looked quite cozy though! "Here kid, I heard you played guitar so I asked around to get one no one used." Francine suddenly said as I was looking around, handing me an acoustic guitar. "Yo, thank you!" I smiled as she  showed me around, and then into my room.

It was cool, probably had been a teenagers room before the apocalypse due to all the posters of bands I recognized, and the look of it in general. "Thank you Francine, for letting me stay here I mean." I mumbled and she nodded in the door opening. "There's your bathroom, you should clean up a bit after setting up your shit!" She nodded towards a door with a sorry kind of smile before leaving.

It didn't take long for me to set everything up, and hide the alcohol. I grabbed a grey hoodie and green cargo pants before walking into the bathroom where Francine had left gear for me to change the bandage after my shower.

After the shower and patching up my wound I sat down to play a little guitar, right as I heard Francine yell out my name. "Come here, got someone who wants to see you!" She yelled and I got up from my bed walking out of the room as I saw Enid, she looked mad.

"You shot carl?" She asked and I looked down rubbing my head right before she punched me right in the jaw, honestly I deserved it but it didn't really hurt. "Yep." I sighed before walking out the door, pushing her out of the way with my shoulder. 

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