Ron sat in the shot out window of Negans room, his own taken over by people escaping the first floor. He had grabbed the pictures of his family and his favorite blanket, then headed to bunk with Negan.
"We don't have enough room for everyone to have their own room up here. Come stay with me. I don't trust anyone else." Negan had said. Apparently he didn't even trusting his own wives to stay with him. Just Ron.
"How are you feeling?" Negan said, sitting with Ron.
"Bad." Ron replied, wrapped in his blanket and holding his family pictures.
"I bet. You don't look so hot." Negan said, referring to the terrible fever that follows a bite.
"Yeah cause I'm fucking freezing." Ron said, shivering.
"You'll be ok. Like last time." Negan said, smiling slightly.
"So I was thinking. About you and Alexandria. I think that if you go down there and lead those walkers away, we'll be fucked." Negan said, gesturing out the window.
"You do?" Ron said, looking down out of the window.
"I do. Because that's exactly what Rick wants. Think about it. You lead them away, you'll be gone. And we'll be weak from losing people to the walkers. That's when they come back and finish us off. It would be perfect for them." Negan explained his thoughts.
"Oh. So what do you want to do?" Ron said softly, coughing.
"Hm. I just need a way to talk to them without them killing me at the first chance. I really think we can work it out." Negan claimed.
"Maybe." Ron whispered, looking down at the pictures in his hand.
"Your family? You get these from Alexandria?" Negan asked, looking at the pictures.
"Yeah. That's my brother Sam, my mom Jessie, and my dad Pete." Ron said, showing Negan a picture of his family on a hike.
"How old are you in this picture?" Negan asked, taking it to get a better look.
"Thirteen." Ron replied, looking for another picture to show.
"Here. You can see we're in Alexandria in this one." Ron said, handing him a different picture.
"Yeah, that's Ricks house, right?" Negan said.
"Yeah it is. He lived right by us." Ron explained.
Negan looked the picture for a minute.
"Why don't you rest? You look terrible. And I need to talk with Simon." Negan said, genuinely worried about him.
"Ok." Ron said, getting up and going to the bed.
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Everyone sat gathered around in Alexandria, waiting for Heath's return.
"How many people do you think died?" Enid said softly.
"I don't know. I just hope Negan was one of them." Mikey replied, sitting in between Carl and Enid.
"Me too." Enid said, looking down.
Carl sighed. He knew Ron cared about Negan.
The door opened, Heath entering the room.
"They're still there. No sign of any plan to get rid of them either." He said, referring to herd of walkers surrounding the sanctuary.
"Fuck. It's been a whole day. Why wouldn't Negan have had Ron move them by now?" Carl said, worried about his boyfriend now.
"I don't know. Maybe he's planning on using them against us?" Rick pondered.
"Or maybe Negan is dead and Simon can't get Ron to do what he wants." Ezekiel thought out loud.
"Maybe Simon is dead too." Barbra said quietly.
"Then Dwight would be in charge." Tara said, never hiding her hate for him.
"Maybe something happened to Ron. I don't see why else he wouldn't have moved the walkers." Eric said, Aaron standing by him.
Carl looked up with concern, seeing if anyone else agreed, as if that would make it true.
"I'm sure he's ok. The dead don't mind him, remember?" Aaron said, trying to calm his and Carls nerves.
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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...
