i hope none of you mind cursing lmao sorry in advance. xx
//enid//
Rick grimes is an asshole. Even still, he is best equipped to survive the hell, which is why I can stand him. And he cares. He loves his people, he fights for them. He just doesn't trust outsiders. That's why he beat up Pete.He was hurting someone Rick had grown to trust. She was one in a million to him. That's why he's taking control of Alexandria. He doesn't trust us to keep his people safe. That's the difference between him and his son. Carl has faith, little as it may be, it still exists. He believes there is still some good left in humanity. It's why he's letting me get close. It's also why I shouldn't get close. Those types of people don't survive this world. But maybe Carl is different. He's come this far, knowing what it's like out there, what humanity has turned into, how it's not the undead we're worried about. And he is willing to trust us. And I'm willing to trust him.
"TAKE THAT YOU BITCH!"
I snap out of my thoughts and look up. Mikey was demolishing Ron in the video game they were playing. I scoffed.
"What's that, hot stuff? Don't like your boyfriend loosing to me? Heh," Mikey snorts.
"Don't get used to it. And don't talk about my girlfriend like that," Ron grumbled. Mikey shrugged, his brows furrowed in concentration, biting his tongue.
"Shit! My winning streak," Mikey whined as Ron somehow turned the game back on him. I just laughed at how absurd it was that my best friend and my boyfriend were playing video games like everything was normal, while outside of these walls, there was nothing but death and destruction. Carl knew that. Ron stood up and paused the game, stretching his arms upward, his shirt coming up slightly so it reveled a sliver of his stomach. I felt a pang in my heart when I saw the soft bruises there. Pete.
"I'm going to get a drink. Enid, you coming?" He said, looking out the window. Mikey began to rise. "Not you, you gotta clean up." Mikey sat back down, defeated, rolling his eyes.
"Prick," he mumbled.
"Sure, I could go for something," I shrugged, standing up. Ron grinned at me and went down stairs, turning back to see if I followed. I smiled at him and let him lead me to the kitchen.
"So, um, Enid. There's something I need to talk to you about," he looked down and ran his fingers through his hair, his mood suddenly shifting. I gave him a confused look. He inhaled. "Carl." I must have looked surprised, seeing as he exhaled and rolled his eyes. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I've seen you two. Holding hands on the dock, all snuggled up to each other. It's disgusting. He's the son of the man who beat up my father. How can you stand him? I should be the one there for you. That should be ME holding your hand. I just, I- I don't know, Enid. I don't-"
"Ron."
"Enid." He stepped forward and cupped my face in his hands. He leaned down to kiss me. I flinched back and immediately regretted it.
"Ron- I didn't mean to, I just-"
"Forget it," he mumbled, dropping his hands. I reached out to him. "I said forget it!" He was yelling at me now.
"Ron!"
"Get out. Please just go, get out."
"But-" That's when it happened. He slapped me. His mouth fell open.
"Fuck, Enid, oh my god, I'm so sorry, I just- Enid," he was stuttering. I went expressionless. I turned on my heal, going for the door. I threw it open, ignoring his pleads, not caring enough to stop the door from slamming on my way out.
