Rarl one-shots.

5|Anniversary.

"For our one year anniversary as a boyfriend, I never imagined it would end like this, honestly." Ron says, arms crossed and lets out a sigh.

Carl walks to the edge of the roof and takes a quick look at the dozen or so walkers surrounding them.

"Seems to me it's going too well, actually." Carl shrugs and steps back from the edge, not wanting Ron to have a heart attack.

"Okay, what do we do now, pretty boy?" Ron asks, sitting down on the ceiling.

Carl imitates him and crosses his legs, thinking. The old frame house shakes and Carl growls. They didn't have long here before the house fell apart.

"Do you still have flares left? With that we can distract some and when it is clear enough, you will go down. I will make a space for you, you are fast, so you will not have a problem." Carl explains as he took Ron's backpack and searched for the gun with the flares. There's still one left, great.

Ron takes Carl's hand and shakes his head.

"Hey, I get this, that you're immune to them, that you can't convert and your smell doesn't attract them is great, but I still can't let you throw yourself into a sea of walkers." Ron frowns in concern and Carl sighs, that was coming.

"Ronnie, love. You said so, they won't do anything to me, but I can lure them with a lot of noise as you go down the road and walk away towards and I'll follow you, I promise." Carl grabs Ron's face and he moves closer to him, brushing his lips. "I understand that you're afraid, but it's the only idea I have to get you out of here safely."

Ron closes his eyes for a second and nods. Carl smiles and strokes a cross-shaped scar on Ron's cheek. Some guys who kidnapped them had done it after Ron sacrificed himself so they wouldn't hurt him. It was an impulsive, stupid, dangerous move that made Carl tremble with love. They had beaten up his boy and Carl retaliated by shooting them in the back when they no longer paid attention to him. Ron wasn't too happy that he killed them in cold blood, but at least he was happy to still be alive and that Carl was okay, so they didn't talk about it anymore, but Ron had a reminder of the day where his boyfriend was almost raped in he face.

"I still worry about the fact that you're not totally immune, Carl." Ron mutters, tangling the fingers of his left hand in Carl's long hair.

"We've already done too many tests and I'm totally immune, you saw it. You'll get down here, run to the road, I'll catch up with you, we go home and have a stupidly romantic date for the rest of the day."

Carl plants a quick kiss on his boyfriend's lips and stands up. Ron follows suit and gives him a quick hug, whispering that he loves him in his ear before pulling away. Carl smiles and almost winks at him, but he remembers that he only has one eye and Ron will just think he was blinking. Stupid asshole who shot him in the face.

Carl doesn't remember much about that night after he was shot in the face, but Rick told him that a scared man had started shooting and hit him in the eye. He was eaten by the walkers. When he woke up, his father was there, talking to him, and he saw Michonne and Judith at the door. Ron was gone and Carl panicked. They still had a pretty bad relationship back then, but when Ron came into the room and lulled him to sleep, it was one of the only moments in all this mess that he felt calm. For a second he had thought that he lost the only person who made him awaken such beautiful and strange things in him.

Carl won't be in the same position of seeing Ron on the brink of death if he can help it. Carl won't let some stupid living zombies take him away.

"Hey you morons!!" Carl yells, shooting the flare to the left, to get to the road they had to run straight ahead.

The walkers are drawn to the flare and Carl, with Ron's help, manages to climb down from the roof, starting to shout and clap his hands to get the attention of those around. With the noise that the few that were at first made, they attracted more.

Carl gets as far away as he can to give Ron time to get down to safety. There were only one or two left, nothing difficult for Ron. He choked a guy when he almost cut him off from a arm, Carl has to admit that he was too horny and almost got Ron to fuck him in the middle of the woods. Luckily Ron is a reasonable person and it made him remember that only he was immune to walkers. Ron would be too conspicuous.

Carl watches as Ron manages to get off the roof without difficulty, plunges a knife into the head of one Walker, then another, and waves for him to come back.

"Go ahead, I'm going to push them away a bit more!" yells Carl.

Carl sees Ron roll his eyes and shake his head as he runs back to the road. This was a losing fight for Ron and he knew it very well. Carl loves that his boyfriend is so smart.

When Carl returns to the road and catches up with Ron, his boyfriend is with he arms crossed and looking like he wants to kill someone. Carl only knows that his victim will not be him... or so he hopes.

"Grimes, don't ever do something stupid like that again, immune or not, it's dangerous." Ron walks up to Carl and points his finger at him, he didn't sound angry, more like relieved.

Carl puts his arms around Ron's shoulders and smirks.

"I'll put it on the list of things I don't care about." Carl kisses Ron's nose. "The only thing that matters to me right now is that you're okay and alive. I intend to keep it that way, okay, Anderson?"

"We better get back before your father wants to come looking for us and doesn't let us out again." Ron sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose, wrapping his other arm around Carl's waist.

"Aww, how boring you are. Wouldn't you rather have sex in the woods?" Carl asks, smiling flirtatiously and leaning his face closer against Ron's.

Ron just lets go of him and turns around, walking towards Alexandria with his little boyfriend giggling behind him as he ran over and took his hand.

For his first year as a boyfriend's, it wasn't too bad. At least they were still alive.