You're Weird, I Like It - Rarl

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Over the next couple of days, he tried to get in contact with Ron, going so far as to knock on his door every morning, he needed to talk to him about this whole licking thing. He'd talked to Daryl again, had asked him what he should do to address the situation...Daryl had told him to look at how he feels, the answer will be obvious then. So, he did. Thinking on it led back to the conversation he had with Enid before she left for however long. He was at a loss for the rest of that week, not bothering knocking on Rons door as he had an internal war in his brain.
Did he like Ron?
Did he like Ron as more than just a friend who he cared about?
He was fairly attractive, Carl couldn't deny that even if he wanted to; he hated when people lied so why would he lie to himself over something so base as someone being physically attractive?
But then Mikey was attractive also and Carl felt no different admitting that than he did admitting that his own father was also physically attractive, it was a fact, everyone knew it. Admitting Ron was attractive caused no problems but it did leave a weird feeling deep in his belly. Thinking back on it he realized something; the feeling had always been there. From the first day he started hanging out with the group the feeling was there, it just wasn't there for who he thought it was there for.
He liked Enid, he really did, she was awesome, he thought that weird feeling was from her, and again, now that he thought about it, it was never there with her when they were alone. It was never there when hed been alone with her and Mikey to ask about Rons bruises. But that day, over the wall, it was there. It was there and he hadn't noticed. It was there when they ran through the woods like children. It was there when Ron licked his face. It was here, now, while he was thinking about the time he'd spent with Ron, alone.
He felt his face heat up in embarrassment. It cemented one thing for certain...Ron wasn't going to be hiding in that room of his forever. He was going to come out if Carl had to drag him out. That night he went to bed with a goal in mind, enacting that goal would be a little tricky but he was sure it could be pulled off. Come morning he got out of bed, going through his routine of food and cleanliness before heading out the door. His father was going on a run later that day, it was possible he could use it to his advantage but first thing was first.
Getting Mikey to agree was a lot easier then Carl thought it would be. Apparently Ron, despite Mikeys insistence, was under the impression hed ruined what could have been a good friendship. Carl couldn't disagree more, hed also never wanted to smack someone upside their head so badly before but Ron was quickly making his way up there.
Regardless, Carl got Mikeys cooperation easy enough. Next step was Rons mom, which would be left up to Mikey as he could actually get inside the house, so Carl gave him a paper to give to her. Now it was just a matter of playing the waiting game, this had been going on for a week, it needed to be resolved and Ron needed to come out of the damn house!
Carl made rounds around Alexandria, waiting for Mikey to come out and when he did he approached him "Anything?"
"Well, he's convinced he's ruined the possibilities of even a friendship with you, I gave Mrs. Anderson the note, she said to come knocking tomorrow morning, she'll help get Ron out of the house, don't worry Carl" Carl sighed as Mikey patted his shoulder before leaving. Carl looked up, he could have sworn he saw Ron in the window but it might've just been wishful thinking. Once more he went to bed with determination for the coming morning.
Once more he woke up ate breakfast, brushed his teeth and skipped the shower cause he took one yesterday. Michonne demanded he run a brush through his hair too before he left. She was a very convincing woman. Hair brushed he stepped out the door, heading the two houses down to Rons and knocking on the door, answered shortly by Jesse "Morning Mrs. Anderson, is Ron feeling any better?"
"I'm afraid not, is there anything you would like me to tell him?" She smirked at him and it was then he knew why. Ron had appeared only to hide again and she had heard him "Can you let him know I'm going on a run with my dad? We should be back by tomorrow" As Jesse agreed Carl turned, heading off the front porch and making himself scarce, waiting.
He hoped this wasn't all for nothing, he did want to talk to Ron again, if only to reassure him, among other things, that the friendship was not lost. He had made his way to the pond, sitting amongst the greenery as he thought. He was not expecting Ron to suddenly be at the ponds edge, then again he was here when this whole thing started.
Without thinking, he sat up, reaching out and grasping Rons shirt, dragging him down into the foliage. Rons startled noise was almost comical but Carl was on a mission, so without delay and giving Ron no room to protest he moved, licking up his cheek like Ron had done to him.
He was so caught up in actually doing it that once it was done his mind went into a panic.
Why did he do that! The whole purpose was to talk to Ron not...not lick his face! Damn you, Daryl! You and your cryptic animal messages! You-
"Carl, I..."
His attention snapped to Ron and he spoke before the words even registered with his brain "You're weird..." he noticed Rons flinch, totally not what he was going for at all. Fix it, Grimes! "But, I like it" and he smiled, more so when he watched Rons face achieve a deeper red than before. Apparently, his body was on a roll doing as it pleased before consulting his brain as it moved of its own accord, reaching up one hand and placing it on Rons face, gentle, guiding. His body continued its path as he met Ron halfway, lips meeting in the softest of touches.
Unfortunately for them, fate was never so kind as to have this moment be private.
"Well that's just fucking adorable" Enid stood over them, arms crossed and smirking at their red faces as Carl, and most likely Ron, stared at her with wide eyes like she'd just caught them pulling off something illegal.