☆ All the Stars ☆ (rarl)

Vol. 21 | To All Things Housed In Her Silence...

Ron opened his eyes, already feeling a bit better than he had the day before.
"Hey man. How do you feel?" Mikey said, sitting in the floor with a book in his hand.
"Where's Carl?" Ron asked immediately, surprised to see only Mikey.
"He's talking to Rick. About negan I think." Mikey said.

"Oh." Ron said sitting up and planning on joining the conversation.
"Woah. Lay back down. You look terrible. I mean, your usually pale, especially since you insist on only wearing black these days, but I'm not joking when I say you're whiter than a sheet of paper." Mikey said, genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine. If they're talking about Negan then I need to be there." Ron stated, looking at his hand to see if was as pale as Mikey claimed.
"Ron.. it'll be ok. You need to rest." Mikey said, sitting in a chair by the bed now.
"Maybe I do. But I can't. I need to get them to let Negan talk. Without hurting him." Ron declared, fully sitting up.

"You don't need to protect him. And Carl told me to watch you, so I'm in charge." Mikey said.
"I don't need to protect him? I do." Ron said, a bit upset with Mikey.
"No. You don't. He's a grown man. And he's insane and dangerous." Mikey gave his opinion.
"He's a good person Mikey." Ron said assertively.

"I haven't seen any evidence to support that. Why do feel like you have to protect him? Do you even know what he's done to Alexandria? Your home? If you had still lived here, and your family was still alive, he wouldn't have hesitated to kill any of you if you caused him a problem." Mikey said, knowing it was low to bring Ron's family into this.

"Fuck you! Maybe I feel like I have to protect him because he's the only ever person on the god damn earth who fucking protected me. Did you ever think about that? And you're right. If my family was still alive, he wouldn't have a problem handling dad. Unlike all the pussies that live here." Ron said in anger.

Mikey scoffed. "I see how it is. You're a fucking savior. Not an Alexandrian. Fine then. Go back to your new daddy. Jessie would be disappointed. As if she didn't try to protect you." He said, leaving the room.

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Ron made his way down the stairs slowly, trying to keep his balance.

Who the fuck does Mikey think he is? To tell me how mom would feel? He thought to himself, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

"What did he say when you talked to him?" Rick said to Carl, both still unaware of Ron's presence.
"He told me some about how to help Ron while he's sick. He also said he needed to talk to him, but I didn't tell Ron that. He just needs to rest. Negan stresses him out enough." Carl said, seemingly having no remorse for withholding that information from his husband.

Ron, already angry, turned to back up the stairs. He was going to pack his shit and go home. Obviously home wasn't Alexandria anymore. It hadn't been for years, if it ever actually was. What kind of group of people just let a man beat his wife and kids anyway? People who suck. Negan and the saviors would never have allowed that.