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2 years ago, Alexandria was overrun with walkers. Ron watched his family be torn apart. And when he saw a walker coming towards Carl, the love of Ron's life, he pulled Out his gun to shoot the walker.
But Ron had little experience with guns, and m...
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Carl laid at the carouse, looking at himself in the dirty mirror on the ceiling. His long brown hair fell on the floor beneath him.
He waited patiently for his husband to come, for him to touch his hair and kiss his lips. He missed Ron terribly, even if it hadn't been that long since they had last seen each other.
Every time the two were apart, Carl worried. What if he didn't see him for years again? What if.. he never saw him again? He pushed those thoughts down, always finding them unpleasant. Ron would be here soon. He was the safest person in all of the communities, right?
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His pace quickened as the rain fell faster. The cabin was in view now, and the sun had set. Moving fast, Carl knocked on the door, hoping Ron would be on the other side. He waited impatiently for a moment before he pounded on the door once more.
"Open up!" He demanded. The door opened, only Negan on the other side. "Where's Ron?" They asked each other in tandem.
"Fuck." Negan whispered. "He's not here?! Where did he go? To meet me?" Carl asked quickly, the worry in his voice clear.
"No. He went to Dwight's. Maybe he's still there?" Negan suggested, trying to calm both of them down. "Let's go. We have to check." Carl said, walking down the stairs of the porch. Negan didn't argue, following Carl.
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"Open up." Negan said, knocking on Dwight's door. "Don't tell me what to do." Dwight responded, opening the door anyway. "Sore spot huh?" Negan asked with a laugh. "Shut up. Is Ron here?" Carl said, not in the mood for jokes. "No and no." Dwight said, although it definitely was a sore spot. "Was he?" Negan said, going back to being serious. "He was. He left a while ago though." Dwight explained. Carl turned around quickly, leaving already. He didn't have time for this.
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"Fuck! Where is he?" Carl said, walking quickly through the forest, tears forming in his eye. "I don't know. We'll find him. He knows how to take care of himself. And the walkers won't bother him." Negan said, trying to make himself and Carl feel better.
"It's not the walkers I'm worried about. They wanted revenge on the saviors." Carl said, the light of Negans flashlight the only thing illuminating the forest.
"I taught him how to handle people." Negan claimed.
"Oh, you did?!" Carl said angrily, turning around. "I did. He didn't even know how to use a gun when I found him. He's a fucking soldier now." Negan said, proud of Ron.
"Is he? Do you think that's what he wants to be? No! This is all your fault. You got him involved in all your fucking mess. He should have never been a savior." Carl stated, moving his hands as he talked.
