The journal (rarl)

Vol. 18 | I'm Not Leaving You. Ever.

"I hate it out here. It's so creepy." Ron said, walking towards the water tower with Carl.
"I know babe. But this won't take long, and you know Eugene can't come out here. It stresses him out." Carl replied, holding Ron's hand.
Eugene had asked Carl and Ron to set something up for him on the water tower.
"Yeah well it stresses everyone out." Ron whispered to himself.
"Look, we're already here." Carl said, trying to make Ron fell better.
"You going up?" Ron asked, gesturing to the water tower.
Carl sighed. "Yeah. I will. Be careful down here." He said. He knew Ron was deathly afraid of heights, so he wouldn't make him go up.
"I will be. You better be careful up there. I might throw up worrying about you. That shits tall." Ron said, only half joking.
"I'll be ok, love. Promise." Carl said, placing a kiss on Ron's lips.
"Hmmh" Ron groaned. He really didn't like this.

Carl started up the ladder, a little nervous from the height himself.
Ron watched Carls every move, sweating.
He couldn't breath until Carl climbed onto the floor of the water tower.

Carl set up the radio transmitter for Eugene. At least that's what Carl thinks it was, he wasn't a hundred percent sure.
After he wasn't finished, he looked out at the view.
He thought it was beautiful at first, but then he realized there was a horde of walkers headed right for them.
Carl gasped, hastily made his way to the ladder.
"Ron! Horde!" He yelled out.
"What!?" Carl heard Ron say faintly.
"Walkers!" He yelled, now about fourth way down the ladder.
Ron looked over towards the forest. He could see some walkers emerging from the woods.
"Angel! Don't rush down and fall! Be careful!" Ron exclaimed, getting his knife out.

Ron made his way to the closest walkers, killing them.
Carl, despite Ron's advice, was rushing down the ladder. He could see Ron fighting walkers, more coming towards him.
Carl felt a wave of panic as his hand slipped from the ladder rung, and falling to the ground.
He had the wind knocked out of him, and his leg hurt terribly.
"Ron. Help." Carl called out weakly.
"Baby! I'm coming!" Carl heard Ron call back to him.
Even in this dire situation, Ron caring for him melted his heart.

"Are you ok?" Ron asked, putting his blood covered hands on either side of carls face.
"My leg. It hurts." Carl responded, the walkers getting closer.
Ron looked at Carls leg. It was surely broken.
"Here. I've got you." Ron said, putting Carl on his back.
Carl laid his head on the back of Ron's shoulder. He was feeling quite dizzy. He must have hit his head, he thought.

Even in his dazed state, Carl knew the walkers were catching up to them.
"Just leave me. Go. I'll be ok." Carl said.
"No. I'm not leaving you. Ever." Ron stated.
Carls heart melted again.
"Here! We can hide down here!" Ron whisper yelled, going off the road.
Ron sat Carl down, covering him and himself in mud as camouflage.
After he was sure they where covered, he laid down next to Carl, holding his hand.

They stayed perfectly still as the horde passed by on the road above.
"Wheree... aree... theyy?" A walker whispered.
Carl and Ron were in shock. They laid there for what felt like forever, until the horde was safely passed.

Ron sat up, trying to clean himself and Carl off.
"Let's get you home, ok?" Ron said, picking carl up again.
Ron started walking towards Alexandria, his husband on his back.
"Ron, home is miles from here. You can't carry me that far. Not on your own. Not before nightfall. Just leave me. Go home and get help." Carl said.
"I can! I can carry you. We'll make it back together. I'm not fucking leaving you. Ever." Ron stated once more.
"I.. I-" carl said, passing out from his injuries.

...

Carl woke up in the infirmary bed of Alexandria. He looked around. It was dark out now, and his leg had been patched up.
Ron was sitting in a chair next to Carl, his head on his chest, asleep. And Rick was in another chair on the other side of his bed.
"Dad? What happened?" Carl asked, whispering as to not wake Ron.
"Ron showed up at the gates carrying you. He must have carried you for a while. We had to bring you in here for your leg and your head. Ron never left your side. He feel asleep almost immediately after you were patched up.
But he said something about talking walkers, what's that about?" Rick said.
"yeah. They were whispering to each other. I've never seen anything like it. One asked where we went." Carl said, running his hands through Ron's hair.
"Just get some rest, ok?" Rick said,leaning back in his chair.
"Ok." Carl said, relaxing.