Carl moves to Alexandria and finds Ron's journal, which he may have read a little bit (or all) of.
And then they fall in love of course.
I wrote a whole first part but it disappeared 😭
"October 31st Happy Halloween, bob. Where do I start? Carl still tries to to talk to me. He says he's sorry, that dad was dangerous. That's what everyone says. Maybe they're right. Once he broke my arm and I still can't raise it above my head. Mom tried to talk to me, make me see that we're better off without him. I feel bad about how I acted then. I miss dad. I miss Carl. I miss them both.
It's not to late, is it? I can still talk to Carl, right bob? Would it be weird if we were friends? Boyfriends? Probably. Maybe I'm okay with that though.
Ok fine. I'll talk to him. I'll tell you how it goes. Later alligator."
Ron closed the the book, listening to the gunshots in the distance. Rick and his group were doing a gun training class today. Ron couldn't bring himself to go. To see Carl. Ron put his headphones on, listening to Me by the 1975 on repeat at full volume. He laid there for what felt like hours, thinking about everything. Was he going to forgive Carl? Would he ever forgive his dad?
Knock knock Ron couldn't hear the knocking on his door due to the music. Jessie opened the door and started talking. Ron took his headphones off, "what mom? I couldn't hear you." "There was an accident at gun training. Carl got shot." She responded. Ron felt a wave of panic. "What?! How? Where? Who shot him!? Is he ok?" Ron questioned frantically. "He's alive. He got shot in the eye. Denise is doing what she can. And it was Nicholas that did it. It was an accident, Ron." Jessie replied.
"An accident!!? How is that an accident?! Everyone knows Nicholas hates Glenn and everyone else in their group. Can I go over to the infirmary?" Ron said. He was more angry than he'd ever been. He was going to kill Nicholas. "I don't know. There's a lot of people over there right now. We should probably just let Denise work, ok?" Jessie said, wiping Ron's tears off his face. "Ok." Ron replied, "I think I'm just going to lay down." "Ok sweetheart." Jessie said, closing the door as she left.
He picked up his book, starting right we're he ended last time.
"That fucking fucker I swear I'm going to kill him. I know he did it on purpose. I need to see Carl. I'll go late tomorrow night. Maybe not that many people we'll be there then, and he'll be out of surgery.
He better be ok, Nicholas."
12:36 am the next night
Ron walked to the infirmary, fiddling with his hands the whole way. He was very nervous to see Carl. He walked up the porch, quietly opening the door. Michonne was asleep on the couch. She must have stayed so Rick could get some sleep at home. Ron thought. He snuck by her, going towards the bedroom. He cautiously opened then door and closed it behind him.
Carl was laying in the bed with a bandage on his head.
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Ron covered his mouth, trying to get his sobbing quiet. He sat in the chair next to the bed.
"Hey, Carl. How have you been? I've really missed you." Ron said, pausing to cry. "Please be ok. I can't do this without you anymore. I need you. I'm sorry for how I acted towards you. Please, if you just wake up, we can go on a date." He said, picking up carls hand. "We can eat all the candy in Alexandria, and we can kiss again. Please, Carl, please. I just want to be with you."
Ron felt Carl squeeze his hand. Ron started crying harder, and then he started laughing. "You can do this Carl. I believe in you." Ron said. He kissed carls hand, and then laid his head on carls stomach. He looked at carl for awhile, thinking of all the things they would do once he woke up. Eventually he fell asleep on Carl.
"Ron? When did you get here?" Rick said, shaking Ron awake. "Oh, sorry. I came to see him last night. I guess I feel asleep." Ron responded, motioning towards Carl. "It's ok. He'll be ok." Rick said, putting his hand on Ron's shoulder. "Yeah. He will." Ron responded. "I'll leave you two alone." Ron said, standing up. "Thanks." Rick said, taking the chair Ron had been in.
One week later
Ron knocked on the door of carls room. "Come in!" Carl replied, not asking who it was. "Hey, Carl." Ron said softly, walking into his room. Carl was laying in his bed still healing. "Oh, hey. I thought you were my dad." Carl said smiling. "Listen, I wanted to tell you I'm sorry. For ignoring you and stuff. I just-" Carl cut him off, "just shut up and kiss me." He said. "Um.. really?" Ron asked. "Really." Carl replied.
Ron got closer to Carl, pushing his hair out of his face. Ron smiled at Carl, and leaned towards him, kissing his lips. They kissed until they were laughing to hard to keep there lips together.
"I've really missed you, Ron." Carl said, quietly. "I missed you too." Ron whispered. Ron started kissing Carl again, climbing on top of him now. They kissed for what felt like hours. After they stopped, Ron laid down, putting his head on Carls chest. Carl ran his hands through Ron hair. "You're beautiful." Carl said. Ron, blushing, responded, "so are you."
