low-key / rarl

four

carl's pov

he made me feel absolutely terrible. even when dad and i got home, i still sat there, thinking about how crude i was to him.

he didn't deserve it.

i decided to just eat a little bit of crackers my dad found in a machine and then drifting off to sleep.

...

i woke up around nine, i think.

i just got up out of bed to walk downstairs to see that my dad was sitting on the couch.

"hey carl, i'm glad you're up." he said, well thats not a normal thing to say unless he needs something.

"hey" i responded.

"well, the walkers are getting stronger, there is so much pressure on the wall. i put some to guard the wall like daryl, abraham, carol. but, jessie asked for help on learning how to defend herself and she needs a a window and door looked at. i told her i'd help." he said.

"okay.. continue."

"so i have to go over there and i was wondering if you'd come along. please." he added.

"yeah, i'll go" i replied.

"really? that was easy" my dad laughed.

"let me get my gun, you never know what could happen." i said, running back up to get my gun.

when i returned downstairs, dad commented, "never pull that gun on that boy unless he does it first. you know he might not be, well, y'know, in his right frame of mind. the kid just lost his father. so.. uh. be nice."

i nodded.

we got there and jessie opened the door before we could even knock.

"hi boys" she said.

"hello jessie" my dad responded.

i waved, i didn't like jessie very much.

"ron's upstairs. he's been hiding in his room all day, he's probably still upset about his father. you guys are friends so he'll be happy to see you" jessie told me.

i nodded in response and went to find ron.

he's been upset all day? it is probably because of me. usually i wouldnt care if he was blue, but now, i dont know why, but i want to find out the reason he's sad.

i got to his room, the door was shut. also, kind of unusual for him. he liked to keep his door open, i noticed that about him due to how many times i've been forced to come here.

i knocked quietly.

"go away, mom" i heard someone sniffle.

"it's not mom" i said.

"sa-, carl?" he asked.

"yeah."

"why are you here?"

"i came with my dad" i told him.

"k, whatever. go away. it's not like you care. no one does." he said.

why did that break my heart a little?

"ron, can i come in?"

"what?"

"can i come inside?" i repeated.

"no, you wouldn't want to catch my 'disease'." he replied.

why did i say that? ugh.

"i was just mad, okay? can i please come in?" i begged.

"no. not right now atleast. i look like a mess" he said.

"when do you not?" i joked.

"thanks" he sighed.

"i was kidding" i replied.

"oh, totally." he sarcastically spoke.

"ron, i think we should try to get along." i stated, nervous to say each word as they fell from my mouth.