your heart is still beating, but we're all dead
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This is a one shot series based off of Carl Grimes from the walking dead. Contains RARL [Ron x Carl], horror, mental trauma, gore, abuse of many kinds, adult themes etc.
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Warnings: Sadness, Self Hatred, Death Mention
[Art by me.]
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She snaps at me. I don't reply. Why would I?
"It's been months now, Carl." I don't care. I'll act like this as long as I please. She pushes me a little, palm connecting with my shoulder, nudging me along the beaten path of the woods. I wish she would stop. I wish she would leave me alone.
"Let it go."
"No," I croak the word out, throat raw with emotion. She's selfish, thinking only of our friendship, which is quickly dwindling away. She should have expected it.
She went quiet for a while. We walk in silence for almost 10 minutes, but I'm not sure. Then she says it;
"Since he died, you've become a fucking monster." My throat aches now and I just slide my hands into my coat pockets.
"I wonder if you were always like that, and he just brought out the best in you."
She turns. She walks away. She doesn't come back. I'm thankful. I don't want to face her, seeings the pain in her eyes. I know she misses Ron just as much as I do, but she is stronger than I. She can calm her emotions, where as I don't rein them in, and take my anger out on the nearest person.
Weeks passed, and one day, she was just gone. Left in the night, we all assumed. Wanted no part in the war with the Saviors. Wanted no part in me.
I am not proud of my actions. Ron Anderson would not be proud of my actions.
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