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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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Carl sat on the swing of the Grimes house porch, he had his eye closed and was enjoying the sunshine on his skin.
He heard the front door open, and felt someone sit down next to him. He kept his eye closed, smiling when he felt kisses on his neck.
"Ronnie." He whispered with a smile. "You better hope." Ron joked softly, kissing up his neck and to his ear.
Carl opened his eye and sat up, kissing Ron's lips. "Hi." Ron said, smiling as they were close to each other. "Hi." Carl said with a laugh, their faces a few inches apart.
"What are you doing out here?" Ron whispered, pushing Carls hair behind his ear. "Just thinking." Carl claimed. "Yeah? About what?" Ron asked, rubbing Carls thigh.
"You." Carl said with a mischievous smile. "Oh. What about me?" Ron said, moving his hand up farther on Carls thigh. "Our wedding." Carl said, knowing that wasn't what Ron had in his mind. "Really? Did you have any ideas of what you want?" Ron said, hoping for Carl to get what he wanted at the wedding.
"I don't know. Where's our honeymoon going to be?" Carl said, daydreaming of a normal life. "Um.. I don't know. The kingdom?" Ron joked. "Oceanside would be better." Carl decided. "Yeah you're probably right." Ron agreed, kissing Carls cheek. "Always." Carl joked, putting his head on Ron's shoulder.
The two swung silently, Carl closing his eye again. After a while, Carl looked up at his husband, wondering what he was doing. He was turned looking at the Andersons house, obviously thinking of his family. Carl put his hand on Ron's cheek, kissing his lips.
"Do you want to go over?" Carl asked, knowing it was still hard for him. "No. Not today." Ron said quietly, his eyes still fixated on his former home. "Ok. If you want me to go with you sometime, let me know. I'm here for you." Carl said, hugging him.
"Thanks. I love you." Ron said, feeling supported by his husband. "I love you too, Mr. Anderson." Carl said, tickling him to cheer him up. Ron laughed, taking Carls hands off him. "How dare you tickle me, Mr. Anderson?" Ron said, assuming Carl had taken his last name. "Wait! No!" Carl said as Ron put his hands on him, intending on tickling him.
"Why? Why not? Why do you deserve to be spare?" Ron asked, his hands on Carls waist. "Umm... because you love me?" Carl said, hoping it would work. "I do. But you started it." Ron said, tightening his grip on Carl.
"Let's just kiss instead." Carl suggested, putting one of his legs on lap. "Ok." Ron agreed happily, wrapping his arms around Carl and pulling him closer to him. Carl smiled, getting in Ron's lap and putting their lips together.
