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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.
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"So I should have just left him there in the woods? Oh sorry kid. Your boyfriend said I'm not allowed to help you. He was dying. I couldn't have saved him if I didn't have the saviors. Forget the bites. He was stabbed. And he had a damn good life in the sanctuary." Negan argued.
"You could have helped him without making him your right hand man." Carl pointed out. "Carl, there isn't anyone in the world I trust more than him. How could I make anyone else second in command? It doesn't make sense." Negan said.
"Because. You knew the danger that put him for the rest of his life. I would have never put him in that position." Carl claimed. Negan scoffed. "Are you trying to say I don't love him? Because let me tell you.. there's no one I love more than that kid. Hell, I could have won that war. The only reason I didn't was because I didn't want to hurt him. I couldn't kill you all." He said.
"I think.. I think you don't even know what love is. You think you love him, but you're really just infatuated with him. You're so desperate for him to be yours. To be your son, your best friend, your second in command. It doesn't matter to you. As long as he's yours." Carl said, stepping closer to Negan. "But he's my husband. And that's what kills you." He added, pushing Negan.
Negan was angry, Carl could tell.
"You're wrong. I love him. I do. And he loves me too. He said so himself plenty of times." Negan said through his anger. "I know he does. That's why we keep you around. Just like how you didn't kill us." Carl said. "No, I know he's why I'm alive. There's more than one time he saved my life. We're wasting time." Negan said, walking past Carl.
Carl followed him, only because he didn't have his own light. The two walked in silence for some time.
Carls sobbing broke the silence. Negan sighed, turning around. He had his hands covered his face as he cried and he was shaking. "Hey.. he's ok. He always is." Negan said, trying to comfort him. "I can't lose him again. I won't be ok. I was never ok." Carl said, remembering when he thought Ron was dead. "You won't." Negan declared.
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"Ok. Stay safe." Dwight said as Ron finished his glass of water. "Yeah. You too." He replied, shutting the front door behind himself.
He walked back into the woods that surrounded Dwight's house. He would try to meet with Carl at the carousel before he headed back to the cabin. If he wasn't back before dark, Negan would come looking for him and put himself in danger. That was the last thing Ron wanted, but he to let Carl know he was ok too.
He smiled at the thought of Carl. He had never loved anyone as much as that boy. His skin was soft, and his hair smelled nice. He was perfect, as far as Ron was concerned.
Snap
A twig broke behind him, catching his attention. He turned around to see nothing. "Hello? Dwight?" He said, afraid it was someone after negan or even him. He got no response. He turned back around and started walking faster than before. He looked over his shoulder every few seconds, never seeing anything out of the ordinary.
Bang
Something heavy hit his head from behind, then it hit him again. He fought to stay awake, to get up and run. Despite his efforts, he slipped out of consciousness.
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Ron woke up strapped down to a chair in an old train car. The sun had set and risen again by now.
"No. I don't know. He's not that old. Early twenties maybe?" A familiar voice said from outside. "He's an A? He's twenty. How?" A man said over the radio. "He's.. he's not an A. He's actually not anything you have. He's.. immune. Can you believe that?" "No. I can't and I don't. This better be real, jadis. I'll test it myself when I get there." The man said.
"If this is real.. he's basically priceless. I'm assuming our agreed upon payment isn't enough for him." "It definitely isn't. I want people. A lot of them. Enough for a whole new group. This boy.. his group is who killed all of mine. It's fitting that I trade him for a new one." Jadis said. Ron tried his best to get out of his binds, but they were too strong.
"He has a group? Is this going to cause problems? Will people come looking for him?" "Sure they will. They'll never find him though. They don't even know you guys exist. And this risk is worth it. He's been bitten more than once. He's got one bite on his hand even. You'll see it. But he doesn't just not turn. He walks right past the dead with no issue. They don't see him as food I guess. I'm sure you could use that." She said, seeing that as a good selling point. "Woah. Really? This better be real. I'll be there in a minute. I hope we can make a trade." The man said, apparently on his way. "We will. See you soon." She replied, opening the door of the train car and entering.
He had one hand free, and was using it to try and free his other arm. "Hey! Stop that!" She exclaimed upon seeing him, pointing a gun at him. "Fuck you! You can't sell me if I'm dead." He said, not worried about the gun. "I can make your life a lot worse though." She said, aiming down to where he wouldn't die.