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

Kids shouldn't smoke || Chapter III

Ron's POV:

I was sitting around at my usual spot in my tree, smoking a cigarette as I suddenly heard someone. "You know, kids shouldn't smoke." Carl mumbled, he was standing under me. I attached my feet strongly to the tree and hung upside down still smoking, this time looking right at Carl. "Yeah? And why is that?" I asked, blowing smoke right in his face, making him cough before my feet slipped and I feel with a bam on the ground.

I laid there, rubbing my head for a few seconds. Carl quickly squat down to check on me in a panic as I broke out in a laughter. "I'm fine Grimes, I promise." I smiled to him and he looked kinda mad. "fuck you Anderson." He said back, making me laugh a bit more.

A few moments passed and suddenly I smelled smoke from my side and sat up in a panic, the grass had started burning due to the cigarette on the ground. "Shit." I mumbled before setting it out and Carl laughed besides me. "Not funny." I grunted and Carl laid back down, taking a grass straw and putting it in his mouth like a farmer, leaning back to the ground and setting the hat over his eyes like old men do when they try to sleep.

He looked cute, just laying there, he looked so huggable. No shut your brain Ron, stop thinking, why are you even thinking? 

"Farmer Carl." I laughed, sitting back down leaning against the tree to get a better look.

A few weeks had passed since me and Carl hang out at my  tree, we haven't really talked after that other than said hello or hi a few times. 

It was late at night and I was sitting under my tree drinking the pain away with my dad's old whisky. I had brought my guitar with me just to jam around, alone. I sat around playing some R.E.M and singing along, I never liked to sing or play in front of people but I was fine doing it alone, besides I was drunk thinking 'who cares if anyone hears.'

"I thought that I heard you laughing! I thought that I heard you sing, I think I thought I saw you try." I sang along with strumming down the guitar strings. "But that was just a dream, That was just a dream!" I sang, as my voice accidentally cracked making me laugh at myself before continuing.

"That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight! Losing my religion! Trying to keep up with you, and I don't know if I can do it. Oh no, I've said too much, I haven't said enough." I sang my voice wobbling a bit because of the alcohol, honestly it's harder than you think to sing and play guitar while drunk.

I mean it's quite hard to play and sing at the same time in general, you gotta be good at multi tasking. Suddenly I heard a stick break and looked up from my guitar, it was Carl. "Hey there, Carl!" I said happily, probably sounding drunk as shit. "Are you drunk?" He asked, looking at the almost empty whisky bottle next to me and the glass I brought with me.

I just laughed a bit and shrugged, looking at Carl as he sat down next to me. "Never knew you played, and I like your voice Ron." He said, and I just leaned back embarrassed, feeling a weird burning feeling in my cheeks. Was I blushing?

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