C.R and C.G imagines

06 Fight

Background Info: See the video for most of it.
I'll be changing a few things though.
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He's changed. Ron hasn't been the same since his fight with Carl yesterday. Enid was still missing, Carl was worried, Ron was worried, you were worried. Enid was like a sister to you. Ron was heading down stairs and ran into the garage. You and Carl shared a look before following behind. "Ron?" You call out. "Hey," Carl started before closing the door behind him, glancing up at Ron who was bent over a tool table, "you alright man?"
You both walked forward a few steps, you crossing your arms over your chest. "Enid's dead...we're all dead." "Look, my dad's gunna figure something out, he always does-" "That's bullshit." Ron shot up and took slow steps towards Carl. "Your dad's just gonna get more people killed, cause that's what he does. That's who he is. You're dad's a killer."
Carl responded calmly. "So is yours." Ron swallowed thickly. A thick silence followed, causing you to shift your weight from one foot to the other, until Carl broke it. "We need to work this out." "I'm dead Carl. My mom is dead, my brother is, Y/n is too-" "No they're not." You noticed how Carl's tone got a bit defensive after hearing your name spill from Ron's lips. Ron slipped past you and Carl. "We're gonna make it." You and Carl turned slowly as Ron continued listing. "Your dad," he used the keys that were in the door's lock to lock the door, "your dead too." Ron's breathing was heavy as you figured out what Ron planned to do. "We're all dead." Your eyes widened just a fraction before you lunged forward and forced Ron against the door, your left hand pinning his shoulder down, your right forearm against his throat. 
Ron yells before shoving you against the rack, your head banging against the metal poles causing you to stay on the ground, writhing in pain, holding your head. Ron, who had landed next to you quickly grabbed a shovel and swung it towards Carl who ducked, causing him to break a window.
A few moments later you hear Rick and Jessie's voices through the door. "Carl!" "Ron! Open this door right now!" "Y/N! Open the door!" Ron forced Carl up against the back door and held the shovel's handle against his throat. You looked up through slightly blurry vision and shakily got up on your knees, tugging on the back of Ron's shirt. "Let him go Ron." The next thing you know the side of your head hits the ground, your cheek stinging with pain. You don't get back up. Carl manages to shove Ron away just as walkers reach into the broken windows. Ron falls to the floor by you while you struggle to your feet to help Carl use the very rack you were forced into against the broken windows. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Ron get up, taking the gun with him.
The door is forced open and you see Rick and Jessie pulling Ron into the room. Carl wraps his arm around your waist, letting you lean against him as the rack falls to the side. You two make it inside before the walkers start to bang on the door. Rick leaves the room for a moment before rushing back with a mattress. "Watch out!" Jessie calls out. He places it against the door. "We need more and we've gotta be quiet." Rick says in a quiet tone. "I'll see what I can find." Michonne quickly rushes out of the room. "Me too." Ron says. "Hey, what happened in there?" Rick asks. Your eyes flicker to Carl. "We were looking for tools and knocked over a shelf." "No. we heard yelling." Jessie states. You roll your eyes. "Yeah, Ron saw them break through the gates! We had to move." Ron comes back in and says; "There's a couch upstairs I need help with." Your gaze narrows at Ron's words. Jessie runs her hand over his shoulder.
"Hey, we heard fighting." "Yeah, we were fighting them!" Ron quickly makes his way upstairs. You let go of the mattress first and Carl follows. "Y/n?" You look back at Rick. "It's okay?" "It's okay." You and Carl make your way upstairs. "Listen I uh..." Ron starts.You close the door behind you after Carl walks in, raising your gun, turning off the safety and cocking it, pointing it at Ron's back. "Give me the gun, grip first." Ron turns towards you. "Y/n I'm sorry." "Yeah, I know. Now give me the gun." Ron hands you his gun hesitantly. You take it and stuff into the back of your pants. "Look, I get it man. His dad killed your dad and my dad did nothing about it, but you need to know something; your dad, was an asshole." Carl stared at you with wide eyes as Ron inclined his head before clenching his jaw.

BONUS SCENE:

"We're not going to breathe a word of this to anybody. Do you two understand?" Carl nods instantly and Ron looks towards the floor, nodding slowly. "Good," you take a few more steps towards Ron, "oh and Ron?" The boy glanced up at you and your fist goes flying into his face, knocking him on his ass. Ron groans in pain as he holds his nose. "I owe you a good punch." You spin on your heel and grab Carl's wrist, making his arm go over your shoulders. "You might want to get up Ron. We have a lot of killing to do."