𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 |-/ rarl

DREI

carl would watch ron from afar, apprehensive to get closer. he watched carefully not to be caught while the anderson helped out with the ruins left of the gates. when the blonde left, carl followed him to his house. he watched him through the window glass 'til he realizes that made him look like a creep. so he took courage enough to look around and pick up the first thing he saw before knocking up rhythmically on the white door.

after two or three minutes the door was open, revealing a shirtless anderson. carl extended him a dandelion. the blonde stared the wildflower in his hand for many silent seconds 'til carl explains: "it's a gift. i didn't know how to thank you for earlier, so i brought you a wish." he shrincks his shoulders.

ron catches the dandelion, thanking him with a half-smile. carl touches his own arm not knowing what to say. he stares at ron's chest for some minutes. he wish he could walk around shirtless too.

"uh, done" he refered to his wish. "what now?"

"now you blow it" he headed. ron tried to blow it off but didn't have success. "here, like this!" carl blowed the tiny dandelion. "now just... hope it will come true."

ron looked down at the dandelion skeleton he was holding.

"how are you?" he asked.

"i'm fine" said carl.

ron sighed, throwing the plant away. "then it's true already."

before the door was closed, carl held it. "wait!" he said before feeling great pain on his shoulder. ouch!

"sorry, so sorry. do you... hn, do you want to come in?" the blonde offered, careful not to touch or hurt carl's arm any more. the brunette noded and walked in. the door was closed behind him. ron putted on the beige shirt as he saw carl was feeling uncomfortable with his nudity. "so..."

"so..." carl repeats, finally looking up at him. he sighs. "i... i wanted to thank you, but i guess i already did that."

ron smiled from the corner of his lips.

"you're ok now. that's what matters."

"why did you help me?" carl asked straight. ron bowed one of his messy eyebrows. he wasn't waiting for that question.

"i wouldn't let you die."

"you could."

"but i wouldn't." he emphasizes. carl looks down to hide his blush cheeks.

"i thought you hated me."

"what makes you think that?" ron dodges.

"just that... y'know, after everything we've been through i thought you'd still blame it on my dad."

"i do" he clarifies. "but you're not your dad, are you?"

carl shakes his head. no.

"anyway, you..." the smaller one touches his shoulder over the flannel. "did a great job. i mean, not the best doctor i've ever attended to, but that's what i can afford, right?" he jokes. ron laughs softly.

"you're welcome, mr grimes. anytime you get shot, just look for me in the nearest basement."

they both smile this time. a reciprocal smile before carl leaves. he doesn't notice he is still smile on his way home.