Bitter Rarl Writing

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Are you not writing rarl anymore? :(

Wellll a lot has happened since I started this blog. I was in my senior year and was doing a lot of struggling, and I’ve just finished my first year in college so that would explain why I’ve been pretty inactive. Sorry, anon :(

But.... I am still a sucker for writing prompts and I could probably get back into writing rarl too. Especially since I have so many unanswered ones-

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You're so amazing! Please keep writing!❤️

I was looking at my asks randomly because of another side blog I had and seeing this just made me so happy!! Thank youuu! >w<

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*rose from titanic voice* COME BACK COME BACK COME BACK COME BACK

Carl laid there on his back, stiff and freezing. The cold air was sharp and biting, and it didn’t help that he had been completely drenched after the ship had submerged under the Atlantic. 

It seemed everyone else was dead; or at least everyone else who hadn’t managed to get onto a lifeboat. Carl and Ron had been lucky enough to find a wardrobe floating about minutes after falling into the cold sea. 

And because Ron was a stupid, heroic, stubborn, semi-attractive (okay, he’s lying to himself, Ron is completely attractive) idiot, he insisted that Carl stay on it so he wouldn’t freeze to death.

They could have laid on top of one another (it’s not like they hadn’t done that before), but Ron refused that option and let Carl have it to himself. Instead, he just floated right next to him, leaning on a small part of the wardrobe.

They held hands and Ron kept reassuring him; some of those reassurances being with dumb, corny jokes that made Carl roll his eyes so hard that he felt they’d pop out his sockets.

It kind of made Carl smile because it reminded him of that one movie with the boat, and the girl and the Jack guy that he couldn’t quite remember- which upset him, but that’s irrelevant and probably the last thing he should be worrying about. 

They were in a life or death situation at the moment.

Carl then, slowly and rigidly, turned on his side a little bit to look at Ron, realizing he had been oddly quiet for too long. His muscles felt tense and moving took just about everything in him, but he managed.

When he got a good look at Ron who was seemingly asleep, his eyes closed peacefully, Carl became a little worried. His hands trembling, he shook Ron’s, at first softy, and then urgently. “Ron…? Ron?” He whispered weakly, his breathes coming out in small white puffs.

Carl wasn’t getting any answers out of the Anderson, but despite it, he kept trying. He kept calling for Ron, repeatedly, over and over again, his voice getting weaker, softer, quieter.

He even tried to touch Ron’s face, having to completely shift over on his stomach to do so. He used his other free hand out of fear of…..letting go…and he brushed his hand against Ron’s cheek, his forehead, and then his brown locks which was covered in ice.

As much as Carl didn’t want to believe that Ron was dead, he couldn’t deny the evidence right in front of him. He squeezed his hand in hopes that Ron would squeeze back like he always did, but the cold grip didn’t budge.

A sound came out of Carl’s mouth, something caught between a choked sob and a breathy cry; and he slowly leaned down and nuzzled his face into Ron’s frozen hand. 

It was better than looking at him like that, Carl decided as he closed his eyes and cried quietly to himself. 

“Come back….come back, come back….come back…” Carl whimpered, his voice cracking and breaking between his sobs. “Please…..what about those awful rarl fanfics…?”

“….If you insist.”

Carl’s eyes snapped open and immediately rolled at the sound of the familiar voice. He lifted his head up slowly and made eye contact with Ron who was comfortably leaning on the wardrobe with a big grin on his face.

Carl raised an eyebrow. “I thought you died.”

Ron shrugged innocently. “I thought so too.”

“What does this mean?” Carl asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“It might mean the blog owner isn’t letting go yet.”

“Oh god.” Carl looked into the camera, breaking the fourth wall and making the author visibly cringe as she somehow managed to continue typing this trash. “Don’t come back.”

Ron followed Carl’s gaze in confusion, unsure of who or what he was even staring at as all he saw was the Atlantic ocean. “What are you looking at?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Carl responded.

DISCLAIMER… Literally me the entire time I typed this:

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carl taking care of ron who's sick w/ the flu?? or maybe the other way around. in the end, they both end up sick & cuddle w/ each other in bed. lots of fluff. :>

A/N: Sorry for being so late with this anon~

My only warning for this prompt is bad humor. Srrynotsrry.

Carl opened the door to Ron’s room slowly, peeking in quietly between the crack just before coming inside in case Ron was sleeping.

He found that the Anderson wasn’t and was instead wrapped up in his bed sheets, sprawled on his side miserably with one arm hanging off the bed lazily. When he noticed Carl at the door with a cup in his hand, he wiggled out from under the blankets and sat upright with a groan.

Carl closed the door behind him with his free hand and offered his boyfriend a smile. “Hey, Ron. How are you feeling?” He asked.

A sniffling Ron scooted back on his bed to lean against the wall before shrugging. “I feel like a turkey on Thanksgiving.”

In response to Ron’s growing grin, Carl only dead panned in silence.

“You know….on Thanksgiving people usually eat turkeys and sometimes they stuff them….” The lack of amusement on Carl’s face only made Ron give up. “….I’m stuffed.”

Carl wasn’t sure what was worse; Ron’s dry and sarcastic humor under any other circumstance, or his really bad humor whenever he’s sick or injured.

“No, I get it. I’m just not proud of your humor,” Carl said jokingly, earning a gape from Ron as he walked over to the bed. “Anyway, I made you some tea. It might possibly make you feel less like….a turkey.”

Ron ignored the cup that Carl was holding out to him. “Not just any turkey. A turkey on Thanksgiving.”

“Just sit up already, drink this tea and don’t die.”

“No promises,” Ron replied, taking the cup and staring into it as Carl plopped down next to him on the bed. He completely missed the odd look the Grimes gave him when he leaned forward to sniff the beverage. “I just now remembered that I’m not really a big fan of tea.”

Narrowing his eyes threateningly, Carl pursed his lips. “You are now.”

“No seriously. I remember tea tasting like the main organs of photosynthesis.”

Carl stared. “…..You deserved to be kicked out of biology class.”

“Hey, it sounds a lot smarter than saying leaves. Brains on a guy is hot, right?” Ron inquired, effectively wiggling his eyebrows at the other.

“The only thing hot about you right now is your head.” Carl hissed, playfully slapping his hand on Ron’s warm forehead and earning a small ‘ow’ from the older male. “All tea doesn’t taste like leaves. You probably drank herbal tea without anything in it.”

Ron eyed the drink carefully and then turned to Carl. “Is this herbal tea?”

Carl almost contemplated lying just so that Ron would drink it. “That’s what the box said….” He mumbled with a slow, reluctant tongue. “But I added sugar and lemon to it. So it won’t taste like the main organs of photosynthesis. I know you don’t like drinking things that taste like plant structures.”

Ron smiled at that, putting the cup of tea down on the nearby nightstand before throwing an arm around Carl’s shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug. “Thanks, Carl. Hey, guess what?”

“What?” Carl asked, plainly distracted by how close they were and how Ron had yet to pull his arm back.

Leaning in close, Ron made unwavering eye contact with Carl and spoke in a low, secretive voice. “While you were downstairs, I made friends with someone.” He gestured with his eyes in the direction of his window, making Carl follow his gaze. “He was over there. I would let you guys introduce yourselves, but I have no idea where he went.”

“Someone…?” Carl muttered.

Ron shushed him and Carl turned back to see the Anderson biting his lip mischievously. At this point, Carl was getting a little worried, especially because Ron’s grip was tightening around him.

“Carl, do not freak out, but….” He grinned. “My friend might be a spider.”

The word ‘spider’ startled Carl shitless and he nearly jumped out of his skin, practically leaping into a laughing Ron’s lap. “There’s a fucking spider in here?! You know I hate spiders.” As if to prove his point, Carl shamelessly latched onto him, scanning the floors left and right.

“Well yeah, but that’s why I want you to meet him,” Ron responded, obviously amused considering he was giggling between his words. “He’s super nice and he might be able to help you get over your fears.” He said, rubbing comforting circles into Carl’s back.

The Grimes glared daggers at him with his blue eyes. “Tell your friend if I see him, he’s dead. The only thing he’ll be meeting is the bottom of my shoe and the cold, hard ground.”

Ron stopped laughing almost immediately. “Don’t touch Jonathan.”

“I won’t be touching him, my shoe will,” Carl added. “…wait, you named him Jonathan?”

“Okay well you see, I thought about naming him Peter Parker, but that’s what the world expects me to do and I believe in individuality and originality.”

Carl could see the corners of Ron’s lips tugged upward slightly and he rolled his eyes at the latter’s humor before pulling out of his grasp and standing up. “Shut up and drink your tea.” He said with a smile, brushing Ron’s hair back to kiss his forehead and then heading for the door.

“Wait, Carl. Before you leave…” The brown-haired male turned to see Ron still sitting on his bed, his lips now expressing a little pout. As if to add effect, he sniffled. “Kiss me?”

Carl raised an eyebrow. “Again…?”

“No,” Ron whispered quietly. “Not…that kind of kiss.”

It took Carl a couple of seconds, but he eventually understood what Ron was hinting at and he was lucky enough to stay outwardly composed despite his pounding heart. “…But you’re sick.”

“Just a peck,” Ron retorted briskly. “I won’t get you sick if we keep it a millisecond long. I’ve been sexually frustrated since the darkness befell me.” Carl blinked at him. “I’m kidding about that last part, but I really wouldn’t mind a quick kiss. Please.”

After a short pause, Carl sighed and gave into Ron’s pleading look. “Fine. Just a peck though.” He walked back over to the bed and sat down next to Ron almost impulsively.

But then he ended up staring at the floor somehow and Ron only watched him quietly because he was probably aware that Carl was just now realizing that he and Ron had never kissed before.

They had been dating for almost two weeks now and they had never kissed.

And on top of that, Carl had no experience himself.

Ron’s voice snapped a mortified Carl from his inner thoughts. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Carl.”

“No, I do!” Carl sputtered nervously, making Ron cock an eyebrow in amusement. “I just realized we’ve never kissed before. And I’ve also never kissed anyone before…like at all. So…I’m not sure how to go about this or how to not mess it up, you know-” Carl’s rapid rambling was eventually cut short by Ron who leaned in to kiss his boyfriend.

Carl was taken aback and went stiff, finding something amazing in the way their lips brushed against each other, even if it only was for a few seconds.

If Ron hadn’t been sick, he wouldn’t have stopped himself from grabbing onto his shirt to keep him there longer.

When Ron pulled back, he smiled. “That wasn’t so hard, huh?”

A day later, Carl stumbled back to Ron’s room in the middle of the day with a blanket being dragged across the floor mercilessly behind him.

Ron had hardly been asleep and was a light dozer anyway. He peered at the door behind heavy eyelids and watched as his boyfriend stalked over to his bed, lifelessly falling on top of him with a loud groan.

Carl’s weight suddenly crushing him made Ron groan just as loud, but he still smiled at the smaller male nonetheless and scooted over to give him space on the bed without a second thought.

After Carl shuffled and made himself at home which was basically sprawled over the Anderson  with his head on his chest, Ron ran his fingers through his hair softly in greeting. “…Hi there,” he said hoarsely.

“You lied to me.” Was Carl’s weak response which was then followed by a little angry sniffle.

Ron tried to hide the smile that was threatening his lips. “Did you get sick?”

“That’s a stupid question.”

Amused, Ron snorted and apologetically nudged the top of Carl’s head with his chin. “I guess that would explain why you face-planted into my chest,” he murmured. “Do you want me to make you some leaf soup in a cup?”

Carl rolled his eyes at Ron’s tea joke and then shook his head before scooting up to nuzzle into Ron’s neck. “Not right now. If I’m gonna be sick too, I might as well take advantage of it.”

“Oh, cool. So we can be sick cuddle buddies….” A pause. “…And you can meet Jonathan.” Ron felt Carl flinch at the name and laughed weakly, wrapping an arm tight around the smaller figure. “I’m kidding, Carl.”

“Thank god…” He whimpered, relaxing once again.

They stayed like that for a good minute or so, wrapped up in blankets and each other, legs intertwined, arms over one another, breathing quietly and sniffling softly.

And then Ron spoke up, ruining the nice moment.

“Hey, I just realized something.”

Carl, who had closed his eyes a couple of seconds ago, opened them tiredly. “Uh huh… And what would that be?”

“Our first kiss…made you sick.” Ron whispered sheepishly, sounding almost a little ashamed.

There wasn’t a response right away, which initially made Ron wonder if Carl had taken something for his flu that would make him drowsy, but then he mumbled proudly, “I guess you can say that our relationship isn’t….healthy.”

Ron sniffled in disappointment.

“Get it? Healthy…?” Carl added.

“Haha. Yeah, I get it,” Ron murmured. “Ha… Funny…” He faded off quietly and said nothing afterwards, hoping that Carl would fall asleep and give Ron enough time to recover from that terrible joke, but then he kept going.

“Or that our love is….contagious.” Carl sniffled in between the jokes. “Or that my body gets a…fever just thinking about you.”

The Anderson sighed loudly. “Your jokes make me nauseous.”

Carl pulled back so that he could look Ron in the eyes. “You’re the one who started it with that turkey joke. Maybe if you stop, I’ll stop. We can make a truce.”

“No way. I’m stuffed with bad jokes,” Ron said, wrapping his arm back around Carl to yank him back into his space. “Now cuddle me, sniffles.”

“….I guess I’m going to get a sore throat from all these jokes I’m about to crack.” Carl muttered, snuggling back up against his boyfriend and nuzzling his head under his chin. “Prepare yourself for bacterial infection, Ronald.”

“You’re so cute I could vomit.” Ron retorted.

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Okay guys but seriously.

I’ll be honest. I stopped when finals started getting closer as most people tend to do....but I’ve been out of school for about a week now. 

Am I lazy? Yes. Absolutely. Am I done with writing rarl? HELL TO THE NAW. Especially if you guys still want me to continue writing it, I’ll definitely do it. The love you guys give me on my rarl writing makes me so happy :D

I also felt bad with all those asks I got but you know whatevs

I’m going to summer school, but meh. I’m not stressing yet. Just boiling with anger because I don’t know what the hell math is. But then again, when am I not boiling with anger.

I’m made out of anger.

I know there’s still prompts/asks that I have yet to get to and I will get to them, I promise! Feel free to send me more if you want, too. Sorry, I was gone for so long.

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I hope you come back you're one of my favorite writers even your Ao3 isn't activeeeee

*hugs anon*

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*frantically looking for you everywhere* :(

I didn’t mean to disappeaaaaaaar I’m sooooooooooooooooooooooorry

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DID U DIE

I DIED A LONG TIME AGO. 

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WHERE R UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Well since you’re asking in caps, I’ll give you a serious answer. I’m in my room. What about you, anon? You in your room, too? :3

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words cannot describe how grateful i am that you always make enid the rarl af lesbian buddy and not a bitch trying to come between them like omg youre amazing

Okay but the question is: how does one make sweet little running-away-because-she-doesn't-want-to-see-those-she-loves-die Enid a bitch? She's not, and it seems impossible to write her as one. Second, Enid might be my wife so of course she's lesbian ??? Seriously though, it's fun to write her as gay (or seemingly gay) and as the rarl friend trying to get them together. Thanks for the nice words! It made my day~

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Have you ever written anything in modern/non-apocalypse AU?

Yep. I also specialize in Breaking Your Little Rarl Heart AU and WHY IS RON DEAD THIS IS FANFICTION AU. 😅😅😅 Anyway, I hope you’re having a great day, anon.

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Hey may I request a rarl oneshot where Ron and Carl are fighting over Enid but Enid's gaydar is going off about them so she locks them in a closet and tells them to 'sort out their differences' (in other words, smut :D). Oh, and just for extra laughs, every time Carl walks past Enid, can she say: "Beep, beep, beep!" Carl: "What's that supposed to be?" Enid: "Nothing, just the sound of my GAYDAR going off." sorry its super long XD

beep, bEEP, BEEP. RARL ONESHOT COMING THROUGH. Thank you for the request :D

warning: nswf (just a little bit)

Sitting in Carl’s dimly lit room, four teenagers formed a circle on the ground. They were whispering quietly, laughing with their hands over their mouths because they knew it was too late in the night to be laughing too loud.

“Okay, between Mikey and Enid…“ Ron whispered with a grin. “Who is more likely to piss their pants at a sudden sound in the dead of night?”

The mentioned two glanced at each other; Enid raising an eyebrow and Mikey pursing his lips. They didn’t say anything to one another for a good ten seconds, both of them eventually peering at Carl as if expecting some of his input.

But with the low key glare Enid was giving him, he felt it was safer to not get into the middle of it and simply shrugged his shoulders.

“This is a no brainer,” the brunette girl finally said.

“Yeah, obviously it’s Enid,” Mikey added, throwing an arm around her with an innocent smile.

The teenage girl focused her little glare onto Mikey now, unknown to her the relief it had given Carl. “What? No way, Michael. It’s you.”

Mikey opened his mouth to counter her claim, but whatever his first word had been easily converted into a fairly high pitched yelp when Ron slammed his palm down on the floor suddenly, startling only him because Carl, who was sitting right next to him, had seen it coming. On the other hand, Enid only turned her head in the direction of the noise and hadn’t jumped at it like Mikey, who was now clinging to her with both his arms wrapped tightly around her.

When he noted the amused looks his friends were shooting him, Mikey quickly pulled away from Enid and ran a nervous hand through his dark hair. “Okay, that’s not fair… I wasn’t prepared for that,” he retorted hoarsely.

“Yeah you were,” Enid countered, nudging her shoulder into his.

Mikey nudged her back right after. “No, I wasn’t! Next time won’t scare m-”

The second time Ron knocked his fist against the floor, it was harder and louder than the second time. Enid might have flinched and Carl visibly cringed, but Mikey was the only one who seemed to have actually been scared, nearly jumping out of his sitting position and scooting closer to Enid as a result.

“This is Mikey harassment!” The boy cried loudly, burying his face into Enid’s arm and groaning in defeat.

As she patted his head and murmured, “there, there…” Ron broke into hysterical laughter and the only way Carl was able to shut him up was by yanking on his sleeve harshly.

“Shut up, you guys,” Carl hissed in a low, yet forcible whisper. “You’ll wake up my family.”

Mikey raised his head and covered his mouth in silent apology, but Ron waved him off.

“Last time I checked, Judith sleeps like a rock so she’s probably fine,” the Anderson said with a light shrug. He then grinned at Carl and leaned on the smaller male. “And Michonne and Rick are probably up…”

The way Ron was looking at him was almost concerning to Carl, but he was honestly more concerned about being too loud for his family. “No, I saw them go to their room. They probably went to bed already.”

Enid and Mikey exchanged amused glances when Ron blinked at the Grimes kid in confusion, his smile collapsing just a little as if he were disappointed. In fact, they both looked like they were holding back their laughter and Carl couldn’t understand why.

His innocent blue eyes searched his friends for an answer. “What? Am I missing something?”

With a sigh, Ron placed a careful hand on Carl’s small shoulder and had a moment of silence before saying his next words softly. “Carl, I don’t think you’re picking up what I’m putting down.”

“You know…” Mikey murmured gently, putting his hands together and rubbing them in a way that only served to further confuse Carl. “…the do-do-do….”

Enid rolled her eyes and pushed Mikey’s hands down before turning to Carl. “They mean sex.”

Mikey gasped. “ENID!” He screeched in embarrassment as if the word were something taboo to their generation. If the room weren’t practically dark, it might have been easier to see how red his face most likely was.

Carl’s reaction to the word was almost a mixture between his and Enid’s. Yeah, he was a teenage boy with those hormonal urges, but he never really thought about it because of the world they lived in now.

Ever since his mother died, survival had been the only thing on his mind so hearing the word now, in the safety of Alexandria, surrounded by kids his own age, was actually making his cheeks grow hot.

Good thing it was near pitch black in his room.

Mikey’s voice brought Carl back from this thoughts. “….I think you broke him, Enid.”

Carl scratched his messy mop of brown hair and tried to smile. “I’m not broken…I mean probably…” He muttered awkwardly, trying his best not to think of his father doing sexual things with Michonne. “They’ve done it before so…”

Ron gaped at him. “How do you know?”

The last thing Carl wanted was to explain that. He actually just wanted to get away from the topic all together and was fortunate enough to remember that they had been playing a game earlier. “….I’m not getting into that! Next question. Mikey, it’s your turn.”

Mikey, who’s eyes had been darting back and forth between the two boys, was startled by Carl’s statement, showing that he didn’t have a question in mind. He thought long and hard for a few seconds and then smiled mischievously (like the evil cinnamon roll that he was).

“Alright…between Carl and Ron,” he started, already amused by the way the two mentioned sideways glared at one another. “Who is more likely to win Enid’s big heart and nice bod?”

The last word was said almost seductively which not only horrified Enid, but had her looking at her body questioningly, something which Ron and Carl also did but they had done it in a way that was less obvious than she had.

“That should be easy,” Ron sneered. “I already dated her so…”

“That doesn’t mean you’re more likely,” Carl retorted almost immediately, glaring blue daggers at the other.

Ron whipped his gaze at Carl mockingly and narrowed his brown eyes. “Has she dated you before? No, I don’t think so. Next question–”

“No, not next question! I think you can’t use the past as evidence,” Carl growled, shoving his face a little too close to Ron’s in the midst of their confrontation. “Are you still dating her? No, I don’t think so.”

“Beep beep beep!”

All three boys turned their heads in the direction of the sound, staring questioningly at Enid.

She smiled and waved them off. “Oh, sorry. My gayder was just going off.”

“I’m not gay!” Ron and Carl hissed simultaneously.

Enid pointed at the closet and puckered her lips playfully. “If you’re not gay, then run to the closet of straightness or forever be known as homosexual.” Surprisingly, she noted that all three of the idiots in the room jumped up and made a beeline for the closet. She grabbed Mikey and pulled him back down. “Not you.”

Having not bothered to turn on the light, Carl and Ron poked their heads out the dark closet.

Ron blinked at his friend still sitting down. “Mikey…have you been in the closet this whole time?”

Enid stood up and walked over to the closet, ushering both boys inside. “The only two people in the closet are you and Carl.” Then she closed it and moved a chair against the door.

“What? WHAT? This isn’t funny! Let us out!” Ron banged on the closet door repeatedly but it stopped as fast as it started. “Ow, don’t hit me!”

“Then stop being loud!” Hissed the other boy in the closet.

“Enid, Carl just hit me!”

From outside the closet, the girl shrugged. “That’s your problem. This is between you two. Now sort out your differences. Mikey and I are going to enjoy some chocolate pudding downstairs. We’ll save some for you both if you gaybies kiss and make up. Better hurry,“ she teased.

Carl and Ron both listened to Mikey and Enid’s giggling on the other side. The way their footsteps echoed from the room to the hallway and downstairs made it clear that Enid wasn’t bluffing.

Carl wasn’t sure what was worst; being locked in a closet with Ron or having his chocolate pudding devoured by a mean lesbian and her cute minion.

He leaned against the wall in defeat and slid down to the floor. He would have been content with being in total darkness, but unfortunately Ron had found the light switch.

“I can’t believe this,” the Anderson muttered under his breath, grabbing the door knob and pushing against it as he twisted. When that didn’t work, he sighed and then looked down at Carl. “Aren’t you going to help me?”

Carl shook his head slowly. “Sounded like Enid pushed something in front of the door. We’re not getting out unless she moves it so there’s no point.” He raised his head and glared at Ron. “Getting out would require…noise. If you’re picking up what I’m putting down.”

Ron obviously did. Without another word, he pulled away from the door and sat down next to Carl in silence.

He didn’t say anything until a minute or two later. “Why were we arguing again?”

“It was over who could get Enid,“ Carl replied monotonously.

Ron grimaced at that which Carl noted but didn’t address. “Ah….want to settle for a mutual agreement?” He inquired, looking at Carl with a smile.

The Grimes shrugged. “Try me.”

“Okay. Unless Enid has become asexual or lesbian…” Ron begun, noticing that Carl was already grinning before the punchline. “…the only guy who would be capable of getting her would be Mikey. Agree or nah?”

Carl didn’t spend too much time putting thought into it.  “Well…” If he was being honest with himself, Mikey was adorable. “Alright. Yeah, I agree.”

“Cool…now we made up,“ Ron murmured. They fell back into silence until he spoke up again. "And you know, I think now is a good time to mention that I actually fall somewhere between straight and round, and low key have the hots for you.”

Carl looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you telling me that you’re bisexual?”

“To an extent, yes…” Ron responded. “Or better yet, I’m Carlsexual.”

“Making out with you right now doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Oh. More mutual agreement. Good.”

A couple of minutes later, Ron had Carl pressed against the closet walls with his back to him.

Both of Carl’s hands were on the wall in front of him, serving as his only way to keep himself up. Ron’s hands were busy with Carl’s body; one on his hip and the other digging into his pants, jerking him off.

They were trying to keep quiet because they weren’t sure when Enid and Mikey would come back up, but it was harder than it seemed.

Carl was getting close and getting louder as a result, despite how hard he tried to muffle himself. And it didn’t help that Ron’s mouth was ghosting over his neck and shoulders at the same time.

The pleasure was making him jerk back and grind himself against Ron’s crotch. The two of them were honestly a hot mess; just a pair of hormonal sexually frustrated boys.

Ron moved his hand from Carl’s hip to his face, brushing his hair away so that he could kiss Carl’s jawline. His lips then traveled up and to his ear which he nibbled on, licked and then blew into.

Carl gasped and shook his head like a wet dog. “Don’t do that!” He rasped between his little moans.

“Sorry,” Ron whispered. “I just like messing with you.”

When that feeling hit Carl, he threw his head back and let out a broken moan as he released. Ron clamped his hand over his mouth and Carl added his hands in hopes for extra muffling effect. Afterwards, they both pulled away from each other, breathing heavily.

It was perfect timing because the sound of Enid and Mikey coming up the stairs echoed into the closet. Sharing a glance, Carl straightened himself up and Ron turned the closet lights back off. They both scurried to the floor and sat side by side, pulling on their best irritated expressions.

A knock on the closet door and then the sound of something being moved. “I DON’T HEAR ANY TALKING IN THERE!” Came Enid’s voice before she opened the closet door to find the two boys glaring up at her.

Ron leaned his shoulder into the boy sitting next to him.  “We were talking, weren’t we Carl?”

Carl nodded his head. “Yep. We had a friendly talk and a mutual agreement. It’s all cool now.”

Mikey raised an eyebrow at this and grinned. “My senses are tingling, Enid. Do you feel it, too?” He asked, nudging the girl beside him with his elbow.

Enid was looking between Ron and Carl with suspicion etched in her expression . “You bet your cinnamon roll ass I do, Mikey.”

Carl rolled his eyes and stood up, pushing past the two of them with Ron following behind. “Let’s just get back to the game already.”

“The Ron and the Carl are leaving their nest, coming this way at twelve o’clock.” Mikey announced quietly as if he were a narrator on Discovery Channel.

Ron groaned. “Guys, stop it.”

“BEEP BEEP BEEP!”

Carl turned and furrowed his eyebrows before hushing her. “Enid, stop being so loud.”

“My gayder can’t help it!” She cried.

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GURL YOUR WRITING IS FLAWLESS AND AMAZING YOU'RE FANTABOLOUS AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤❤❤❤

Thank you so much! My heart is hurting from all the extra love I’m suddenly being spammed with Dx

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You make me so happy *silently holding back the pain of waiting for updates*

Thank you, anon! You and all my other followers make me happy! :D Sorry updates are so slow. I’m actually a slow writer anyway so it doesn’t help that school is crazy and exams are coming up. I haven’t stopped though. I love writing all the prompts you guys give me, it’s really fun and a good stress reliever for me. I actually have been outlining everyone’s prompts, but I do have one that’s nearly complete so don’t worry! Here have a cutie for your thoughts.

And then have that cutie’s cutie boyfriend climbing up a ladder for your second thought.

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"shes always been in the closet" IM DYING BYE THREE CHEERS FOR GAY ENID

Someone noticed.

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Errr, have sum raaawrl.

So this is actually a part of a long request I got from @ronxcarl and I’m not finished with it, but I figured why not post this beginning part since the last request I did was all sad and angsty. 

And so I can go to sleep knowing you all had some rarl from me to read

Carl might have stood at the door for longer than he should have and it didn’t help that the longer he stood there, the harder the task seemed to be. There were some instances when he considered just turning around and leaving without saying anything, but he knew Ron would hate him if he did that.

And if Carl thought about the roles being switched, he figured he would hate Ron just the same if he left without telling him. In this world, nobody ever planned on dying when going on runs, it just sort of happens.

And with the Saviors running around, this would be much more dangerous than just going out on a simple supply run. He had to let Ron know.

Slowly and reluctantly, Carl balled his fist and knocked his knuckles against the door a couple of times. He flinched when the door opened sooner than he expected, but relaxed when he saw Sam, Ron’s little brother, looking up at him.

“Hi, Carl…” Sam greeted quietly, obviously still spooked by the instability of the group at the moment. He seemed paler than usual, but Carl forced himself to ignore it since time wasn’t on his side at the moment.

“Hi, Sam,” Carl responded with a quick smile before dropping it unconsciously. “Um, is your brother here right now?”

The little Anderson didn’t reply with any words, turning and disappearing back into the house, leaving the door open behind him and Carl waiting at the threshold. It was only a few seconds later that Ron returned in his place, smiling brightly at Carl the way he always did when he came around.

Unfortunately, it was harder for Carl to smile back, knowing the conversation that was about to go down. The smile on Ron’s face wouldn’t be lasting for too long.

“Hey, Carl,” Ron murmured in greeting, hardly concealing the slight confusion in his voice. He looked around as if expecting to see something going on in Alexandria before addressing his boyfriend.  “What are you doing here? You’re earlier than normal.”

Carl shrugged despite knowing exactly what he was doing there. “Yeah, I know. I just came to let you know that my dad is going on a run…” His uncovered blue eye flickered to Ron expectantly, hoping that he wouldn’t have to explain his intentions any further.

Considering the way Ron’s eyebrows knitted together and how quickly his smile dropped, it was clear that he didn’t need any clarification.

Ron glanced over his shoulder into his house for a split second before closing the door behind him and towing Carl a few steps away by his arm. When they stopped, he looked the Grimes kid dead in the eye with obvious irritation. “....don’t go,” he pleaded under his breath.

“I didn’t come here to ask you if I could go, Ron.” Carl replied softly. “I’m not letting my dad go out there without me when we have the Saviors running around, probably searching for us to get revenge for the men that Daryl killed. I’d hate myself if he never came back.”

“And I’d hate myself if you never came back,” Ron hissed. “It’s the same way you feel about your dad possibly not coming back so….so at least let me go, too. I’ve been practicing with a gun. Look, I even carry it around with me.”

To prove his point, Ron pulled a small pistol from his back pocket and held it out.

Carl rolled his eye at that, smiling almost immediately afterwards because it was hard to get mad at Ron for this kind of stuff. He pushed the weapon away and shook his head. “That doesn’t mean you’re capable of using it on another human being. I’ll come back. Just stay here where it’s safe.”

Honestly, he wanted the conversation to stop here. He wanted Ron to suck it up and go back inside the house where Carl wouldn’t have to worry about him while he was outside the walls.

So he turned to leave, but Ron grabbed his arm and spun him back around, gripping the smaller male with both hands as if to make sure he stayed put.

“Please let me go?” He begged. “If something happens, I want to be there with you. I would feel much safer outside the walls with you than inside of them alone.”

Carl shook himself free of Ron’s grasp, giving the other a sharp look. “And I’d be safer knowing you’re inside the walls. My chances of survival are higher if I don’t have to worry about you.” He waited for a response that never came, watching Ron’s eyes drop in defeat. “I love you, Ron Anderson. I’ll be back for you.”

“I feel like people say that all the time,” Ron murmured. “….and then they don’t come back.”

Yeah, that was how things played out sometimes and Carl knew that all too well, but he didn’t want to admit that, especially not to Ron. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle hearing that reality.

“I will,” Carl stressed, taking the both of Ron’s bigger hands in his own for further comfort. “I’m not just saying it. This is a promise.”

He gave Ron’s hands a light, comforting squeeze before turning to leave. He managed to get one hand free, but when he tried to pull his other free, Ron refused and tightened his grip, following Carl down the front steps as if he planned to tag along. But Carl turned around and glared at him with one eye.

“Ron…” he groaned.

“...Okay, fine…”

When Ron let go of his hand, Carl’s face softened once more and he offered his boyfriend a faint smile before starting on his way. “Thank you. Oh, and by the way…” He stopped and looked back at Ron. “Could you stop by my house after we leave? I might have locked Enid in the closet.”

The Anderson raised an eyebrow at this. “She’s always been in the closet.”

Had the situation not been so serious, Carl would have laughed at the joke, but he ignored it and shook his head. “No, I mean it. I literally locked her in a closet. Please, get her out. But only after we’re gone.”

After this, he tried to turn around and keep walking, but then he heard a sigh from behind and stopped dead in his tracks with a pained grimace.

“What the hell, Carl?” Ron spat, his annoyance clear and sharp in his voice. “What? Did she want to come with you, too? Is that why you locked her in a fucking closet?”

No response came from Carl besides a visible flinch of his shoulders.

Ron noticed it, but he kept going. “This isn’t fair.”

Carl’s eye twitched at the comment and he turned back around for a confrontation as quick as his steps towards Ron. He entered the other’s personal space without much hesitation, only inches away from Ron’s face.

“A lot of things aren’t fair. I’m just trying to protect her. I’m trying to protect you,” he hissed quietly. “Deal with it and stay safe. Please. I’m begging you.”

Ron searched Carl’s face for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding. He grabbed Carl’s chin for a quick, but genuine kiss that lasted longer than he planned, making the goodbye even harder. “Okay, I’ll stay safe. You better stay safe, too.”

Having intertwined their fingers for one last time, Carl backed up and slowly pulled away with a playful grin. “I will. That way I can come back for more of that action.”

Ron pouted and narrowed his eyes, watching his boyfriend leave. “I mean it, Carl. If you come back to me beaten or even slightly broken, I will end you,” he called after him.

Carl shrugged. “You can end me in your warm bed when I get back.”