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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...
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Ron opened his eyes, the familiar surroundings of Carls room around him. "Hey. How do feel? Are you hurt?" Carl said softly, taking Ron's hand. "What happened?" Ron asked, the last thing he remembered being he, Enid, and Mikey heading to Aaron and Eric's for spaghetti. "You passed out again. Enid came and got me. I kinda made everyone help me cary you here. Are you hurt? Mikey said he caught you, but I just want to be sure." Carl explained, kissing his cheek.
"I'm ok." Ron whispered, looking down. "Aaron brought you some spaghetti. It's probably cold now, but you can still eat it if you want. I can heat it up if you want me to." Carl said, picking up the plate. "It's ok. We need to talk." Ron claimed, sitting up.
"Yeah? What's going on?" Carl said worriedly, taking his husbands hand. "It's Negan. Mikey said he did some bad stuff to you. What happened? That night with Abraham and Glenn?" Ron finally asked, having ignored the story when Negan told it. Although his version probably wasn't fully accurate of the horror that took place. "Do you really want to know? I heard.. when you guys said you loved each other. I don't want to ruin that relationship for you. Especially with how Pete was." Carl said, whispering the part about Pete.
"I do want you to. What he did isn't on you." Ron said, putting his hand on Carl cheek. "Ok. I'll tell you. But I think dad should be here too. He and Negan were alone for a bit. I'll go get him. And I'll warm this up too. You need to eat." Carl said, picking up the spaghetti and leaving.
Ron sat there alone for a bit, his mind racing with all the things that Negan could have done.
Rick and Carl entered the room, a heaviness following them in.
"Here. Eat." Carl said, handing Ron the plate and giving him a kiss.
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An inescapable whistling surrounded the small group, the men whistling all armed with guns, machetes, and an array of other weapons.
"Good! You made it!" Simon said, coming into view. The group stayed silent, looking around in terror at their new situation. "We'll be taking your weapons now." Simon declared, aiming his gun at Carl for motivation. The saviors stripped them of their weapons, neither them or the group saying anything. "This is yours? Yeah. It's yours." Simon said with a smile, finding a gun with a carving of Lucille on it on Carl. Carl stayed silent still, annoyed as Simon hit his hat up. "Ok. Let's get her down." Simon said, referring to Maggie. "We have it." Aaron said, he and a few others lowering her down. "Ok." Simon said, stopping the saviors from helping.
"Alright. Let's get you guys over here and on your knees." Simon said with a helpful tone. "We can talk about this." Rick claimed. "We're done talking. It's too late for that. On your knees." Simon demanded. Rick looked around at his group with a helplessness he had never felt. He ultimately decided complying was his best choice for now. Everyone got on their knees, the fait that awaited them unknown.
