The Way Things Are (A Rarl Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

Carl was pissed. That's all he could say. How could Ron be this way? Yes, his dad had been killed, but Carl had done everything in his power to help Ron. The thing was that Carl could tell Ron still cared. He saw the glances that he got from Ron. The hurt that was in Ron's eyes was as prominent as it was in Carl's.

Carl had lost too many important people in his life to lose another. If they were going to be surrounded by walkers and possibly die, then he was going to make the best of it. The adults called for a meeting for the adults to discuss the current state of Alexandria. This was an opportune chance and Carl took it. Rick took Judith to the meeting, so Carl stormed over to Ron's house.

Carl didn't even knock. He opened the front door, marched down the hallway to Ron's bedroom, and flung open the door. "What the hell-" Ron started to say from the bed.

"You listen, Ron, and you listen good. I love you. I gave parts of myself to you that I will never get back. Parts of myself that I don't want back because I am glad you have them. You pushed me away and it's bullshit! My dad killed your dad. Not me. On top of that, it was Diana's call. I have tried to be there for you and you keep shoving me off. This is unacceptable! Dale, a man that was in our group, used to say "See, you don't get to do that. To come into somebody's life, make them care and just check out." You checked out on me, Ron! Newsflash, you don't get to do that. I have seen and done terrible things out there. Things that have made me afraid to let anyone get close. I tried not to get too close to anyone, either. I thought I was safe here. I thought that I could be happy here. You made me happy, Ron. I let you in. I tried to keep people away and not let them get close. Because I knew if they got close they could hurt me. But, goddamn it Ron, I let you in!" Carl breathed in through his nose. His heart was pounding. Ron looked at Carl, eyes wide. Ron got up and crossed the room to where Carl was standing. Ron suddenly leaned in and kissed Carl.

Ron pulled away from the kiss. "I'm so sorry, Carl. I just didn't want to get hurt. I didn't want you to get hurt. If I lost you, or you lost me, it would be shit. I know there is no way that you can forgive me, but I do love you, Carl. More than you can ever imagine." Tears welled up in Ron's eyes. They threatened to spill over. Carl cupped the side of Ron's face.

"It's okay, Ron. I do forgive you. I love you," Carl leaned in and kissed Ron deeply. With one hand he cupped Ron's face and with the other he reached behind him and shut the door. Carl started moving Ron backwards until his legs hit the bed.

Ron reached up and took Carl's hat from his head. He laid it on his dresser. Ron then grabbed Carl's shirt and pulled it over his head. Ron loved Carl's chest. Toned, but skinny. Carl's skin was pale and soft. He had a scar on his chest where Carl had said he had been shot when he was younger.

Carl, in turn, pulled Ron's shirt over his shoulders and admired Ron's chest. It was almost as beautiful as Carl's. Ron had a perfect little happy trail that snaked from his belly button down into his pants. Speaking of pants, Ron reached for Carl's. He undid the button and unzipped the zipper. Before he pulled them down, Ron looked up at Carl, who nodded in approval, then pulled them over Carl's hips slowly.

It was almost magical. Ron went down on his knees as he pulled down Carl's pants. His face was now level with Carl's extremely prominent bulge. It made a decent tent in Carl's boxers. Ron kissed the tip of Carl's dick, through his boxers, before moving down to help Carl out of his shoes and socks. Once everything was off, and Carl was in just his boxers, Ron moved back up to Carl's dick.

Ron licked at Carl's dick through his underwear. Carl was moaning and had placed his hands on the back of Ron's head. Carl weaved his fingers through Ron's light brown hair. Ron reached up and pulled Carl's boxers down by the waistband.