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

Sorry || Chapter II

Ron's POV:

First I walked away, and after a while it became jogging untill I saw Carl, walking around with a bandage over one of his eyes. "Damn." I quietly mumbled to myself as his eyes met mine, I felt my whole body freeze. Honestly it felt calming seeing that the boy my age was still alive, because now I really knew I hadn't killed him. 

He was wearing a blue flannel shirt, he had a bandage over his eye and it somehow matched his sheriff hat. Honestly he was really attractive, that dark hair, his pale skin and blue eyes.

Stop, Ron what the hell are you thinking? You hate Carl, and you are NOT gay.

I thought, catching myself staring at the young boy my age. "Fuck, stop." I grunted to myself, forcing myself to look away and change direction. Soon enough I had made my way to a tree me and Sam used to climb up too together. I sat down under it leaning back as I saw him again, Carl was following me.

"Ron." Carl said, he was angry at least that was what I thought. He came up to me and told me to stand up, as he just stared at me for a bit right before throwing a punch right at my jaw. I bent down a bit rubbing my hand against my shin before standing up straight again, waiting for Carl to hit me again but he didn't instead I felt his arms wrap around my neck tightly. 

"You could have died dumbass." He mumbled and I pushed him off. "No I shot you, you should be mad! Don't hug me." I grunted, looking at him up and down as he backed away a little. "I know you shot me, but we should get over this." Carl said, of course acting like he's a fucking hero.

I spat on the ground before him, walking away right after that. I felt bad for him but couldn't bring myself to actuly be with him right now.

A few days went by and I hadn't talked to him like usual. Francine woke me up at 5 every morning, and if I'm gonna be honest her cooking was better than I'd expected. 

I was sitting under the tree again, listening to this thrash metal band named Municipal Waste with this small small cd player with headphones made for listening to cd's when for example walking or something. I had found the cd and the cd player in my new room, and honestly I liked it a lot.

Suddenly I felt someone lean up against my arm and I opened my eyes, it was carl he had sat down besides me. "How's your back man?" He asked casually and I felt a burning feeling in my stomach from the wound. "It hurts like hell. Look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to... Yeah." I grunted out, I had never liked apologizing and I completely sucked at it.

"No worries, at least I'm alive and you're not in a as bad mood as last time." Carl smiled and my stomach flipped, and I had to focus on not smiling. What the hell is wrong with you Ron? Why are you like this? I thought to myself but got snapped out of my thoughts by Carl saying something. "You wanna hang out or something?" 

Before all this I would say no, and just ignore him for the rest of the day, but now something in me wanted to say yes. "Yeah, sure." I mumbled and carl pushed me a bit, making me break my straight face into a smile.

I was sitting in his living room, on the couch watching a movie with him. Honestly the movie sucked and I caught myself watching him more than the movie. Stop it Ron, why are you acting like this? I thought to myself right before I felt the long haired boys head lean against my shoulder.

When I looked at him I realized he had fallen asleep. Cute.

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