𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐥

12

Three days slipped away, it was like Ron and Carl had left them on repeat. They didn't speak much after what happened, and finding food was getting more difficult by the days passing.

Ron let out a sigh as he glanced over at Carl, who was reading one of the books Ron had taken with him. The two of them had locked themselves into a shed for the night after checking the shed for walkers. It was oddly cold in it, and a farm like smell filled the area. 

Carl had made himself a nice bed like thing out of hay and sat the sleeping bag on top of it, along with the blanket Ron had given him. "It's so damn cold." Ron muttered, and Carl hummed as a reply. "I can feel you staring." Carl turned around and looked up from the book. Ron felt his cheeks heat up as he became a mess. "I- I wasn't. . . I don't- No, I never stare at you." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "See, I just caught you blushing." Carl continued, tilting his head in an adorable way that made Ron blush even more.

"I'm just cold." He protested. "Yeah, ok." Carl rolled his eyes and got back to reading. Ron let out a sigh. I'm going to dig a hole to hell to rot in from embarrassment. He thought, shewing on his lip. "Can you shut off the flashlight? I'm going to try and sleep?" Ron asked, as Carl shifted over. "Sure." The brunette hummed and set the book aside. All the light went dark after a few seconds, and Ron was left whimpering like hell, freezing his ass off.

"How many days do you think we have left until we get back?" Ron mumbled, as his thoughts started spinning. "I don't know. . . Like two, maybe one?" Carl yawned. "Now shut up, let's sleep." He sighed. "Yeah, yeah sorry. . . I just, it's cold and my mind is distracting." Ron mumbled, exhaling.

An hour went by, Carl was snoring as Ron felt shivers run down his spine. The air was just getting colder and colder as he began shaking slightly from the cold, letting out small whimpers now and then. "Goddamn it." He muttered under his breath, as Carl let out a groan. "Can you shut up." He whined from a few meters away. "Sorry." Ron shivered, with a shaky voice. 

"Just. . . Get over here." Carl suddenly muttered out. "What?" Ron asked. "Come here, we'll warm each other up." Carl repeated, and Ron sat up, slowly making his way to Carl's sleeping bag. The brunette seemed so comfortable in it. "Slide in." Carl nodded for Ron to join him, and Ron did. 

It was awkward at first, just lying there, slightly touching Carl. "Stop being so damn nervous." The brunette hummed, and Ron relaxed. "Sorry." He said once again. "I just-" He felt butterflies in his stomach as Carl suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist. "Like this, you won't be cold." He mumbled, but all Ron could think off was his lips, they were so close to his.

Ron could feel Carl's breathing against his cheek, it was scary, yet exciting. Just kiss him, he wouldn't mind. Ron thought. Hold on, no- His mind protested, but it was too late, his heart had settled down on the idea of kissing Carl.

Ron leaned forwards ever so slightly, sliding his hands up to Carl's jaw, grabbing onto it softly before sliding a soft, smooth peck on his lips. "I just wanted to kiss your fucking face. . . I've been thinking about it non fucking stop." Ron whispered, afraid of his own feelings. Carl didn't say anything, and it took about thirty seconds for him to react.

The brunette leaned in, attaching their lips into another kiss. "It's ok, Ron." He mumbled as he had pulled away. "It's ok, you can feel like this. . . I do too, you're all good." Ron could hear his soft smile even though it was dark. "Goddamn it." He laughed slightly, leaning his head into Carl's, letting his forehead collide with carl's nose. He felt the brunette's lips peck the space in the middle of his eyebrows quickly. "You can kiss me all you want. It doesn't make you a bad person." He assured Ron.

"It feels like it though... I'm fucking terrified, and I really don't want to talk about it." Ron sighed, kissing Carl on the cheek, close to the bruise by his eye. "No need to. Let's just sleep, I'm so tired." Carl's face twisted into a smile, and Ron relaxed. It was a lot warmer here, in his arms.