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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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"Are you even listening to me Ron?" Rick shook his head at the boy.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. And he didn't do anything. He's not gonna do anything. Everything is fine." He replied, Carl also in the room.
"It's not about what happened. It's about what could've happened. I know you trust him, but I don't. And you did this without asking. After you already ran off with him before." Rick explained some of his grievances. Ron shook his before storming off to he and carls room. "Dad.. you're treating him like a kid." Carl pointed out, his arms crossed. "Well he's lucky I am. If he was anyone else I'd have shipped him off to hilltop. But I know you'd follow him." His curly hair bounced as he moved while speaking. "I would." Carl confirmed.
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Carl stared silently at his husband, infatuated by him for a moment. "Staring is rude." Ron pointed out, although he didn't actually mind. "I know. You're beautiful." He gave his reasoning for staring. Ron smiled and looked down at the lantern that was in between them. "Thanks." He replied gently.
The two were sitting in a cabin a ways away from Alexandria. Rick had sent them out on a run to check out some small town. Both of them knew he didn't care much for the town, and he had different reasons for sending them out there. Ron believed he knew they needed to get out after recovering from their respective health issues, and maybe they needed to make up for the work they had missed. Carl knew why Rick had really sent them out there. He wanted Carl to talk to Ron about Negan, and to explain the new rules when it came to visiting. Now Carl was looking for the right time to bring it up.
"This place is kinda.. cute? Cozy?" Carl looked around at the little cabin they were staying in tonight. It was one room with a loft where the bed was, the kitchen under it and the living room across from that.
"Romantic?" Ron smiled mischievously. "Yeah. Romantic." He agreed with a smile. Ron reach over and gently pushed his hair out of his face. "I'm sorry." He whispered as he looked at his bandaged eye. "Ronnie, don't be." He replied softly. "How?" He asked.
"It's not your fault. I don't blame you at all. I want you to stop being angry with yourself. If you really think it's your fault then that's how you can make it up to me. I don't want you to look at me and feel sad. I want to make you happy." He tried to explain what he wanted. "Ok. You do make me happy. I love you." He hugged him closely. "I love you too." He hugged him back. He never felt more safe than when he was in his arms.
"Can I see?" He asked quietly. Carl sat up and looked at him for a second. He knew exactly what he wanted to see. "Ok." He responded, reaching to take his bandage off.
