Hate me or Hooked? pick. (Carl X Ron)

Sixteen

"Something on your mind?" Negan asked, Loud enough for Carl to hear. He sat Silently for a moment, shaking his head.
"No." He Muttered, speaking Dry to negan. But the guy always found a reason to keep hearing his own voice.

"You should really give your hair a trim. Something could grab at it." He suggested, Carl looked over at him with a glare.
"Did Ron ask you to try and convince me?" Carl hissed, getting up and quickly made his way down to the cell.

"No." Negan mumbled, Leaning on the wall when Carl walked in. "I just worry." He whispered.
Carl scoffed, Shaking his head.

"You have no right to say that you worry about me." He snapped, taking a step closer. Negan sighed.
Carl paused, sighing as he looked off. "I keep forgetting you have nothing else to do but listen and worry." He Muttered, Negan chuckled, nodding.

"You're right. I don't. But I do regardless." He mumbled, Carl stayed Silent for a long moment, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You having long hair though is pretty badass" He chuckled, Carl kept a cold Face, his eye narrow.
Negan couldn't help but chuckle.

Carl left moments after. Rick had left hours prior.
Good things never Last.
Daryl came rolling in moments after. Saying a heard of walkers were making their way to the gates of Alexandria. A few groups rushed around.
Carl was upon the main group, Maggie came down from Hilltop, Michonne, Daryl, Eugene.
A few more.
Ron and Carl fell under the group. The bridge wasn't too far from Alexandria, it was Between that and Hilltop.
The group dashed through the woods, the snarls of the walkers growing louder. Carl's heart Raced, Ron running behind him as they made their way to the river.
His eye Widened, Seeing his dad limping, one of his hands held over his side.

"Dad!" Carl shouted, Trying to catch his dad's attention over the roaring walkers and Water. Nothing worked. Carl felt tears swell in his eyes. His stomach twisting and turning.
He watched Rick pull out the gun from hus holster, Holding it up with a weak grasp. Carl lifted his gun, trying to shoot as many walkers as he could. Aside from Ron, Everyone watched the walkers inch closer.
Then the bridge exploded.
Carl let out a sob, his legs instantly falling weak, Ron's arms wrapping around Carl's waist to keep him from falling.
Michonne too, was crying.
Ron had doubled to the floor with Carl.

Ron

He held Carl close, he couldn't get him to look away to the crimson Flames, walkers walking into the warm bedding and falling into the cold water. Some washing up against the shore, nothing but a torso and a limb or two. 
Carl's sobs Came to a stop.
His skin glossy from crying, His cheeks red and his eye narrow.
Carl cried beautifully in such a bad moment.
Ron pulled Carl back onto his feet, but the boy doubled over and tried to push Ron away.
Of course he felt the tug from his shirt and released Carl, who tool a few steps before dropping to his knees, his hat tipping off, Leaning forward to push his face into the ground like he were trying to stop himself from crying. But it hadn't worked.
Puppy dog whines and childish sobs came from Carl. The last time he cried like this was probably when his mom died.
Ron watched as Michonne sat beside Carl, Her hand resting on his lower back, His hat in her free hand. Her lip quivered. Tears sitting in her eyes but she dared to not shed anymore. For Carl.
Ron watched the waters. Hoping to see Rick. Anything of him. 

Anything.

It wasn't long that Carl gained something inside him, something just enough to get him on his feet and March to the bridge, the fire calmed down. Carl needed to know.
Daryl was the one to stop him, linking his arms around Carl and snagged him into a hug. Daryl was cut deeply by this.
He let Carl cry into his shoulder, Faint words of; 'I need to look.' And 'I gotta see'
But Daryl hadn't let him. Somewhere deep down, he knew Carl was a young adult. No longer a child.
But He'd seen him now as the boy who Hid under his mom when she Wrapped her arms around him, Carl snuggled up to her stomach and his arms wrapped around her Leg to keep her close.
A year or two back, Daryl went on a rant about how Carl used to hide under his mom.
Ron didn't know what to do but stand beside Maggie. She wasn't crying. Deep down she knew she needed to. But after Glenn she hadn't cried for anyone.

Taking Carl back home was easier than Ron thought. He pushed people off, walked a head and didn't bat an eye to look back.
He was angry.
Ron wanted to find some way to make him feel better. But losing a family member was hard to come back from.
Even if they've done it before. It was hard.

Carl's first go to was upstairs to Judith. Ron followed behind him with a large gap.
He peaked into the room, Watching Carl tuck Judith in, Like what he'd usually do. Wrap her up, Kiss her cheek and brush hair behind her ear.
Carl lifted himself and looked over at Ron, shifting in place, his hand picking at the handle.
"Do you need anything?" Ron mumbled, Stepped in and made his way to Carl. When he got closer. His eye was puffy from crying, His cheeks a rose red.
Ron's hand lifted to cup his lovers cheek, his thumb softly tracing under his eye.

Carl exhaled, shaking his head. His eye glossy. His own hand lifting to grasp onto Ron's.
"Hes-- Hes not- Dead right?" Carl whispered, his voice breaking, his gaze going to the floor.

"I dont know." Ron Whispered. He couldn't lie to Carl about his dad's whereabouts. Alive or not.
Carl nodded.
Ron let out a hum, Taking a step closer to Carl and let his lovers head Rest on his shoulder. Ron ran his fingers through Carl's hair. 

Neither of them slept that night. Carl stayed tucked away in the safety of Ron's arms. And Ron was simply holding him close.

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