"I was born sick, but I love it." Ron whispered along to take me to church by Hozier.
He was sat at his desk in his bedroom at the sanctuary.
He was painting a picture of a tree, using the techniques Jessie had taught him.
"Ron! Where are you? Get in here!" Negan demanded through the radio.
"What? What's going on?" Ron asked, confused with his anger.
"Just get in here. We need to talk. Now." Negan said in a calmer tone.
"Umm.. I don't know where "here" is." Ron said, putting his paint away so it wouldn't dry out.
"Meeting room. Hurry up." Negan said.
"Ok. I'm coming." Ron said, getting up.
He walked through the halls, everyone one looking at him with sympathy.
He was obviously in trouble with Negan.
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"Hey. What's up?" Ron said softly, coming into the meeting room.
All the other lieutenants were already sitting at the table, giving him the same looks as the people in the hallway.
"Sit." Negan said, pointing at the chair to the left of his.
Ron went over to the wooden chair, sitting down.
He avoided eye contact and fidgeted with his hands, afraid he was in trouble.
What if it has something to do with Alexandria? He thought to himself.
Negan sighed, spinning Lucille around.
"So, anything you want to tell me?" Negan said ominously.
Ron shrugged his shoulder, not sure what this was about.
"You sure? I'm giving you one more chance kid." Negan stated, leaning forward.
Ron looked around, hoping he could find the answer somehow.
"I really have no idea." Ron said, confused.
Negan leaned back, a wide smile going across his face as he put Lucille over his shoulder.
Ron sunk down into his chair, trying to shrink so he could get away from whatever he had done.
"It's your god damn birthday Ron!" Negan exclaimed suddenly, his smile even bigger now.
"It is?" Ron said, having been previously unaware.
"Yes. It is. And I got you a cake!" Negan said with much excitement.
"We got you a cake." Gary made sure Negan didn't take all the credit.
"You did?" Ron asked another question, surprised he wasn't in trouble.
He looked around to see what everyone else was doing.
They were all smiling now.
Apparently it had all been an act.
That's not even funny. I literally thought he was going to kill me. Or I'd get the iron like Dwight. Ron thought to himself, crossing his arms.
"Of course I got you a cake! Let me go get it!" Negan said, leaving the room quickly.
"Guys what the fuck?" Ron whisper yelled in anger.
"What? What's wrong?" Simon said, confused.
"I thought I was in trouble! Don't scare me like that!" Ron said, upset with them.
"Is there something you should be in trouble for? Only reason you'd be worried." Negan said, entering the room with the cake.
"No. Sometimes people lie though." Ron said quietly.
"Don't worry. I believe you more." Negan said sincerely, setting the "cake" down in front of Ron.
Ron would say it was more a pancake with expired canned icing on top.
"Happy fucking birthday Ronnie boy! 21" the cake said on top.
Ron smiled.
"I definitely know who wrote that." Ron said happily.
"Really? Can't imagine who would write that." Dwight joked, taking a look at the cake.
"Ok ok fine it was me. You got me!" Negan said, seemingly having the time of his life.
Ron had to admit, it was a little weird to celebrate his birthday with Dwight after he had learned that he killed Denise.
And Negan as well since he had killed Abraham and Glenn, Ron had heard. Although Ron didn't know them well, he does remember when Abraham saved holly's life.
And Negan had threatened Olivia's life just yesterday.
"Are we going to sing?" Laura asked, knowing it would embarrass Ron.
"No please." Ron said.
"Of course we are!" Negan exclaimed.
"No don't!" Ron pleaded, hiding his face as they started to sing.
"Happy birthday to you" everyone sang.
"Stop!" Ron said, sinking down into his chair.
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A few hours later
"You ok kid?" Negan asked Ron.
Ron was quite sick from all the alcohol.
"Maybe." Ron whispered, curling into a ball.
"I don't think you are." Dwight said with a smile.
"It's time for you to go to bed. Come on, let's go." Negan said, helping Ron up.
"I thinks its way past time." Simon said, getting himself and the others another drink.
"Agreed." Negan said, leaving the room with the boy.
Negan walked Ron to his room, putting him in the bed.
"I'll get you some water." Negan said softly.
"Thanks dad." Ron joked with a smile.
Negan had to admit, he kind of was his dad in all honesty.
"Yeah you wish." Negan said, secretly wishing it himself.
"Maybe. You're probably better than Pete." Ron said in his drunken state.
"Pete? Is that your dad?" Negan asked, always trying to figure out Ron's past.
"Fucking unfortunately." Ron said in a slur.
"Not a good guy huh?" Negan said, handing Ron a cup of water.
"No. But I still love him." Ron claimed, taking a drink of the water.
"What happened to him?" Negan said, wanting more information.
Ron started to cry, which is what Negan was expecting at this point.
"Hey, it's ok. Why don't you just lay down?" Negan said, rubbing his back.
"Ok." Ron whispered, laying down and closing his eyes.
"You just rest ok?" Negan said, putting the blanket over him.
"Happy birthday kiddo." Negan whispered, leaving the room.
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☆ All the Stars ☆ (rarl)
Fanfiction☆ 2 years ago, Alexandria was overrun with walkers. Ron watched his family be torn apart. And when he saw a walker coming towards Carl, the love of Ron's life, he pulled Out his gun to shoot the walker. But Ron had little experience with guns, and m...
