#ron anderson x reader

[carlsangel]

DIFFERENCES

ron anderson x reader

(you’d hate to care again after the death of your family, until you meet ron.)

tags: fluff!

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After losing your family, your life was miserable. No matter how long you trudged through the woods, you never ended up anywhere. The thought of reconnecting with someone only hurt you, you could only imagine what could happen to them and the pain you’d be put through once again.

You knew if you ever were to cross anyone again, you’d leave them be. If they offered you anything, you wouldn’t take it. Building new relationships to lose wasn’t something you were looking for. Some might’ve called you stubborn or introverted. You’d say you were just being smart.

You did actually cross a good amount of people during your travels, usually families that were missing a sibling or parents, you could tell they wouldn’t last long so you never really planned on sticking with them. Why would you put yourself through that pain?

You tried your hardest, some offers were tempting and as ungrateful as you felt not accepting them, you knew it was for the best.

Except one.

One day you were walking through the woods, like you had been for what felt like months. You heard shuffling through the woods and you stopped in your tracks. You place your hand on the handle of your large knife that rested in a holster on your hip. You look around, listening for anything which it wasn’t loud so you knew it wasn’t a walker. It was a human.

The next thing you know, a girl pops out from behind a tree. She seems about your age, maybe nothing to worry about. Regardless, you still pull your knife out. Who wouldn’t?

“Chill…Im not gonna hurt you or anything.” She explains with a calm tone, walking passed to sit against a fallen log behind you. You turn to look at her and you say nothing. “Well are you gonna sit?” She adds. “I don’t even know you.” You put your knife back into its holster. “So? Can’t just sit and be a human with me?” She retorts. “I’m actually not sure I want you to. It looks and…no offense- smells like you’ve been out here for a while.”

Ouch okay. “Well hate to tell you there’s not many bathing opportunities out here.” You tell her. She looks up at you and laughs. “No I know. I arrived at the gates in a pretty disgusting state.” She looks down at her hands, picking at the skin at the side of her nails. “Gates? What gates?”

You study the way she looks at you, she realizes she didn’t mean to say what she did. She stands back up. “I guess if I’m inviting you in, i’ll introduce myself. I’m Enid.” She puts her hand out for yours. You look down at it and then back up at her. “Whatever offer it is you’re making me, I won’t take it.”

She scoffs and drops her hand, crossing her arms in an annoyed manner. “I used to be like you, you know. I didn’t want to join or trust new people in case I lost them. Alexandria…it’s different. it’s scary how normal it is, I get scared I’ll forget.” She explains. “That’s why I sneak out here. But there I get hot showers, lemonade…even movies.” She adds. You perk up at the mention of movies.

Movies were always special to you. So you gave in.

─── ⋆⋅ ꩜ ⋅⋆ ───

Enid was right, Alexandria was weird. The people were normal, not to mention ignorant to the outside. Most of them had been living there since the start. They didn’t know anything. You were interviewed which you were easily assigned to a house, you got a room in Olivia’s place where Enid was also staying.

She felt super protective of you, she’d come with you when she introduced you to everyone, including a guy named Ron. He caught your eye immediately, he was super good at making conversation with you. Although, Enid thought he was quite annoying, mostly due to the fact that he talked a lot but you liked that.

You thought you’d be annoyed with how outgoing he was, rather than being a pest he was more like a breath of fresh air. He made you realize how much you’d been missing out, how much of the old world you’d forgotten. Every time he asked you to hang out, Enid would smile at you teasingly, knowing he had the biggest crush on you.

One particular day, he had a plan to ask you out. He’d made everything perfect, just for you. He was able to find your favorite movie and snacks. He found a soft blanket he thought you’d like and he invited you over.

“Hey…” He approached you and Enid while you were sitting on the bench under the gazebo in Alexandria. Enid was writing in her journal and you were drawing. You both look up and you smile, Enid looks back down at her drawing. “Hi.”

He looked over at your sketchbook to see what you were drawing. “Is that…” he giggles, “Is that a fox?” You’re sort of embarrassed, you were never the most confident in your drawings but it made you happy. Some days when you were on your own in the woods you’d draw in the dirt, or when you found paper you’d draw on that too.

“Uhh yeah it’s a fox.” You look down at it and then back up at him with a smile. He just adores you, he thinks you’re so sweet and despite your differences, all he wanted to do was please you. So you like foxes, that’s something he already knew. He’d asked Enid about your favorite movie. “Some…fox movie? I dunno they nerded out about the director like it mattered anymore. Wes Anderson or something.” She told him.

The amount of digging Ron did to find Fantastic Mr. Fox for you was astounding. He asked everyone in Alexandria, knocked on every door, he’d even asked Aiden to try and find him one at the nearest RedBox kiosk. God knows how he would’ve gotten that shit out the machine but he ended up finding one at a Blockbuster instead.

“Speaking of foxes…” he started, “I was thinkin you could come over again tonight to watch a movie. I just found a Fantastic Mr. Fox DVD…if that’s somethin you’re interested in.” He explains, knowing full well you’d agree. Which you did and it was evident that you were happy about it considering the look on your face. You were absolutely ecstatic, you’d watched the movie before the world died and most of the time it was all you ever thought about.

“R-really? Fantastic Mr. Fox? I love that movie!” The smile on your face felt so rewarding for him. He smiled at your excitement. “Yeah I found some uh..popcorn too.” You nod as he speaks, youve been sold since he mentioned the movie. “Yeah I’ll be over tonight.” You smile brightly. “Cool. It’s a date.”

Well that just slipped out of his mouth and he scolded himself in his brain for it. Was that too forward? “Yeah, it’s a date.” You reply.

Wait really?

He just smiled and nodded before walking back to his house, he had to mentally and physically prepare. You turn back to Enid and she’s giving you a taunting smile. “What?” You ask, she just shakes her head at you, believing you’re truly oblivious. “You know he means that, right? Like he actually thinks it’s a date.”

“Yeah. I know.”

─── ⋆⋅ ꩜ ⋅⋆ ───

That night you didn’t do anything special when getting ready, you did everything as normal. You expected your date to be normal as well. You’d liked Ron for a while, you were excited for what tonight would bring. You happily knock on his door and after a couple seconds of shuffling around he opens it to be greeted with your bright smile. “Hey. Come in.” He makes room for you to walk through the door and you make your way over to the couch where you guys always hung out. Alone that is.

You plop down on your usual spot and he sits next to you, hitting play on the movie. You’re immediately enamored by the film and get quite invested. Ron on the other hand was invested in you. He loved the way you loved. Everything about the way that you cared about the most beautiful things, only made you more beautiful in his eyes.

By the end of the night, he practically missed the entire movie. He made some sweet gestures, giving you the snacks you liked and snaking his hand into yours. He even walked you out. But he couldn’t say goodbye without doing one thing first.

“I really appreciate it, the movie. It really means alot.” You tell him, standing at his doorstep about to part ways. “Well, you mean a lot to me. I had to.” His fingers were still intertwined with yours, you could feel his hands tensing up. “Thank you.” You beam. He nods and can feel you pulling away to leave. Before you do, he pulls you back in, kissing you sweetly.

You can’t say you were surprised.

When you pulled away, he felt a sense of relief, finally getting the hard part out of the way. Now it was to find out whether or not you were okay with it. He tried to make it as simple as possible, a simple yes or no.

“So…I’ll see you tomorrow?” He waits patiently for your answer.

“Yeah, at the gazebo. It’s a date.”

a/n: tell me why this took me SO FUCKING LONG. AND ITS SO LONG. guys im distraught. i projected alot of myself into this fic for some reason, meaning my favorite movie is in fact fantastic mr fox i never stfu about it. anyway. one of my million gazillion fics to publish XP

tag list: @zomb-1-egutzz @evilnight07 @ilikestrawberriesandwomen

[enidette]

JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS BOY

warnings :: crazy dialogue, i wrote this half asleep im sorry, i wanted to get something out but its lowkey shitty and the ending is mad corny

ron anderson x fem!reader

it had been just you and ron for such a long time that the boy forgot what jealousy felt like. sure there was mikey at the very beginning, but after that faded out, the lack of teenagers your age became the norm. it never crossed his mind that another would come along and turn his jealousy on high.

carl grimes, the son of the man who killed his father was stealing your attention these days. ron knew deep down that you had both trauma bonded, being out there for so long. but another boy taking you away from him — at least that’s how he sees it — on top of him being rick grimes’ kid left a bad taste in ron’s mouth.

he trusted you, he didn’t trust him. in any way shape or form. logic was out the window, after what happened he just sees red every time he sees the two of you together. so he does the only logical, angsty teen boy thing he could think of. keep his distance from the both of you.

you were hurt, the absence of your boyfriend was so present after spending nearly all your time together previously. now you sit back to back with carl, gripping your knife anxiously awaiting the attackers outside to come in.

your eyes are trained on the floor while carl’s stays on the window. your plan was to leave. ron’s lack of interest in you recently was your sign to go back out where you belong. you had been contemplating it for a while, it was just your boyfriend holding you back.

“shit!” carl mutters, running towards the door. dumbfounded, you follow him. you watch in horror from the doorway ron getting chased by one of the attackers. your brain reacts faster than your legs but thankfully carl takes the man out.

you make eye contact with a breathless ron and his eyes turn cold at the sight of you. you want to cry, one of the first people you trusted and loved after the mess the world went to, suddenly shutting you out like you were nothing.

carl swallows thickly, thinking about what to do. he decides to put whatever petty fight they have aside, “come in, you’ll be safe.” you look at ron pleadingly, but he shakes his head. he goes to walk away when he sees your eyes water and-

oh. you’re crying, because of him. something he promised would never happen. he looks around him blankly before carl’s yells are ripping him out of his thoughts. your hand latches onto his bicep and he feels himself being dragged inside.

“you can’t just stand there like an open target! what were you thinking?” your angry voice cracks with sadness, he can see you trying to conceal your emotions.

he huffs, ever the stubborn one. “now you care?” your mouth falls open and you look at carl quickly, signaling him to give you both some space.

carl clears his throat, the tension in the room is unfamiliar and uncomfortable to him. he’s pleased to be able to leave. “i’ll go scope out the rest of the house.”

you watch as he leaves before turning back to ron. “what the hell is your problem?” he just stares back at you, too embarrassed to share his answer.

ron shrugs, “you probably like him, you have to pretend anymore.”

you gape at him before your stare grows cold. “seriously ron? i’ve been hurt over your behavior. you’re acting like i don’t exist. but you can’t drag it out in the middle of something like this.” you point behind you, ron’s eyes following to look out the window. just in time to see one of the nice women who would bake goods for alexandria fall at the hands of one of the attackers.

“why would you even think that? i only love you ron, it’s only you, and it will forever only be you.” your voice grows soft towards the end of your sentence. ron grimaces; at the sight out the window, his pettiness, hurting you.

“i’m sorry,” he mutters, head hung low. “after what happened to my dad, it’s like i’ve been on autopilot. i don’t know what to make of what’s going on because it’s happening so fast.” his hand reaches out to grab yours. “i guess since carl seems like an attachment of rick it made me…”

“jealous?” you laugh, pushing a stray hair back into his beanie. he glares up at you playfully,

“i’m not jealous! i’m resentful.”

you nod sarcastically, “and you’re such a big scary guy.” he shakes his head and goes to hug you. your whole body feels at ease despite the dire circumstances just by being in his arms.

“i love you too,” he mutters into your neck, just before carl has you both sprung back into action.

[hiro--aoki]

This is great! Totally obsessed! Definitely need him!

But like I'm kinda starting to lean to needing ✨them✨

[aidothewriter]

SPOOKY SEASON 🎃

Ik its not October yet, but IDC!! Now that it's that time of the year, I kinda wanna start doing stories for specific times of the year. Like Halloween and Christmas, blah blah blah. So here are some fandoms im in that look good for this month!!! Also, I'm watching a berleezy video that is definitely giving me an idea for an au plot!

[ Quick note: I know someone just asked for a request! I plan on taking a look at that soon ]

🍭 Creepypasta

🍫 sally face

🍬 boyfriend to death

🎃 The walking dead

🍭 tell tale waking dead series

🍫 five nights at Freddy's

I will add more if I can think of any other fandoms I'm in! But so far, I am mainly stuck on creepypasta!! Don't be shy to request. Also, I am still working on the carl x reader series!! Can't wait to post part 1!! ♡♡

[zomb-1-egutzz]

yall i need more ron anderson fics plsss im dying over here 😭

[thatonelovingwalker]

Carl x Reader x Ron

Summary: You and Ron found a stash of weed just few miles outside Alexandria, and convinced Carl to join you both for a smoking session.

TW: Weed, suggestive themes, make out session, marking, shotgun smoking, Carl is inexperienced

You and Ron finally convinced Carl to leave his home and go to your hiding cubby just outside the walls perimeter. You and Ron had turned it into a cubicle with pillows, blankets, snacks, and a couple homemade weapons for when either of you needed a break from the new world.

Carl knew about it vaguely, but he had never set foot in it. When he did however, you could tell he was tense. The thought of getting high when something could go wrong nearly triggered a panic within him. But at the sight of the pastel plushies that you scavenged calmed him a little.

“Carl, it’s going to be okay. Y/N set little traps around the place. She’s actually quite good at it,” Ron assured Carl, motioning to a spot on the small love seat.

“Yeah,” was all Carl responded with, taking off his gun holster and hat.

Once the three of you were comfortable, you and Ron started rolling the joints. Ron took his time, and eventually had to take over for you. You had never done it before, and if it was too loose, you’d get more air than anything.

You turned to look at Carl from your spot on the floor. His arms rested on his knees while his head stood still on his knuckles. He was watching intently to Ron as he worked, observing the way his fingers moved naturally, gracefully, wrapping each thread of the herb with precision. Carl was entranced. It made you smile.

You had known for a while about Carls attraction, though he never said anything to you. It was easy to spot. You and Ron had talked about it, but he brushed it off.

“All done. Ready?” Ron asked.

“Finally,” you giggled, taking the smoke from Ron. Carl grabbed his hesitantly, holding it as if it were a disease.

“It will help you relax, Carl. I promise,” Ron assured before lighting his own. He took a deep drag from the smoke, letting it rest in his lungs for a few seconds before releasing it. He looked blissed out just from one pump.

Carl saw this and attempted to pull one before coughing it back up. His lungs weren’t used to it.

“Oh geese Carl. Are you okay?” You asked him, watching him double over. You rubbed his back gently.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” you said. You didn’t want to pressure him.

“I have an idea that might make it easier, Carl. Wanna try it?” Ron told him. Carl coughed one more time before saying, “yeah let’s try. It doesn’t taste so bad anymore.”

“Probably because you coughed it all up!” You giggled at him in disbelief. He smiled at you gently.

“Alright. If I make you uncomfortable though, tell me,” Ron’s words confused you and Carl both, but he nodded to confirm the promise.

Ron shuffled forward on his knees with his joint. He looked Carl in his eyes before taking his left hand, and dragging it across Carls chin, making their faces align. Their noses almost touching, Ron lightly breathed, “Open.” It was a silent command to Carl, and before he could finish, Carls mouth widened.

You could see that Carls breath was becoming heavy, making you feel something within. Something new. Ron turned to pull out another drag, then turned back, his eyes half closed, and nearly connected their lips to blow out the smoke.

Carl closed his eyes as he took in all the smoke Ron offered him. He did it so quickly that he jolted forward slightly, making their lips connect for a moment. Ron pulled back after a few moments, making sure Carl was okay.

He didn’t cough this time. His eyes were still closed as he released it all. It was one of the hottest things you’ve seen.

“Any better?” Ron asked, looking at Carl. His eyes pleading.

“Yeah…” Was all Carl could say. “Can we keep doing that instead, Ron?”

All three of you were high out of your minds, and you somehow ended up with your head in Carl’s lap, and Ron at his feet. You all were giggling and yapping at one another, bonding over the drug. It was always tense around them. Now it felt like home.

You were laughing at something Ron said when you noticed Carl looking at you with a dazed gaze.

“What’s wrong, Carl? Are you—”

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” Carl sighed, bringing his hand up to wrap his fingers around a strand, tugging slightly.

“Carl?” Your breathing started to get heavy again, and you sucking in a breath before Carl bent down to kiss you.

It was short, but sweet. He tasted of weed, and you were sure you did as well. After pulling back from the peck, you forced your hands into his locks, pulling him back down. This time, the kiss was rough and needy.

While you and Carl were making out, Ron moved to to Carls left, watching with his mouth open slightly, taking in the view of his two crushes taking each others breath.

You both put so much into it that your lips started to bruise. Pulling back because you needed air, a string of saliva was the only thing still connecting you both. Panting, you felt his jeans below your head tighten, making you smile. He just sat there with dilated pupils as he whimpered slightly.

“What about little ol’ me, Carl?” Ron asked next to Carl.

Ron placed his arm around Carl’s shoulder and used his free hand to tilt Carls head to meet his. All they did was stare at each other for a while.

And then Ron asked, “Is this okay?” Quietly, gazing at Carls bruised, wet lips.

Carls shoulders sagged suddenly from need. Even though we had barely done anything, it was overwhelming for Carl. He whimpered a positive note, making Ron grin.

Slowly, Ron went in to kiss him. It was soft and gentle at first, but with the sounds Carl was making as you moved your head slightly to see better, you rubbed his jeans just right.

Ron took that chance to force his tongue into Carls mouth, making him jerk slightly. Ron moved with him, and you could see his eyes glazing with unshed tears. Ron devoured Carls moans as he stole every kiss from him.

You rubbed your legs together to try and get some friction, anything. You sat up, taking a seat on the other side of Carl, moving the collar of his flannel.

While Ron sucked the life out of him, you decided to give his neck some attention. Leaving wet kisses along the pale, untouched skin, marking any space you could reach, causing him to tilt his head to give you better access. The noises he made only encouraged you and Ron.

It was going to be a long night.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thank you so much for sending me this!

I am proud of so many of my fics and I'm not even fully sure how to go about this, so... I guess I will just make one rec from each of the fandoms I have written for?

(Warning for some blood in gifs below - but generally there is blood and violence in this fics anyway, so...)

From DC Titans:

No Place Like Home on AO3 - Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Disabled!Reader x Jason Todd. Friends to Lovers. (Poly Soulmates). Smut, Angst, Hurt and Comfort with a Happy Ending. 90k across 7 chapters. When Jason leaves the Titans broken and battered, he gets set on a dangerous path. It's up to you and Gar, the two people who care about him the most, to bring him home.

Oh, another day on the assembly line, everybody better march in time,

Cause the factory don't care why, you been sayin' coulda, shoulda, woulda.

(There's no place like home. There's no place like home.)

If I could recommend one singular fic and say 'this fic encapsulates my style and summarises everything I am proud of when it comes to writing fanfiction' - this would be it.

I have so much to say about this fic and a lot of it I probably have already said it - but basically, this fic is the reason I started writing. I started writing long before I actually wrote this fic, but everything I have ever sought in terms of creative satisfaction came from this fic. This feels like my orgasmic climax in terms of creating things.

And if this fic is something I could be buried with, I would be proud. If this fic is something that people remember me for, I would be so fucking proud. (Which is not likely, because it's from a very small fandom and I know people are gonna remember me for fics from bigger fandoms that are way more popular, and I wish I could shove this fic in the faces of people who read my other popular fics and make them read it lmao.)

If for some reason I had to quit writing right now - I would be most proud of this singular piece. Especially because so much of this fic, the characters, and the dynamics has been inspired by my real life relationship with my lovers, and the reader character was inspired by my struggle with disability and coping with the loss of control as I became more disabled over time - but having my lovers there for me made that loss of control easier to swallow. It's about how trauma can ruin you and letting someone love you when you are broken is one of the hardest things you can do, but one of the most radical and most rewarding. If you ever liked my writing and my style, even if you don't like Titans - please go and read this.

From The Walking Dead:

(I know this gif is sad but it fits the fic so well.)

Hold Me Tight Or Don't on AO3 - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Poly Relationship. Smut and Heavy Angst (No Happy Ending). Set during Season 3, Episode 4. 7k (Oneshot). You are bitten by a Walker while trying to help get Glenn and Maggie to safety, and you are facing your last hours of life. And in those last hours, you only have one wish - to have sex with your partners one last time. Luckily for you, they would do anything for you, and they can’t help but to oblige.

Oh no this isn't how our story ends,

So hold me tight, hold me tight. (Or don't.)

This fic has had some more attention lately, since I have been wanting to write for The Walking Dead again, and I just really want to re-state - I fucking love this fic. This idea came to me so randomly and struck me like lighting and I am so happy that this fic came to fruition. This fic represents so many things that I am excited about writing - poly relationships, relating the themes of sex and death, sad endings (I weirdly prefer writing sad or melancholic endings instead of traditional happy ones).

I am really proud of this fic. If you can handle angst, you should go read it.

From Criminal Minds:

From Your Lips on Tumblr - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 2, Episode 15. 3k (Oneshot). After JJ is attacked by dogs on the Hankel farm, you take the time to check on her and distract her flustered mind with a loving touch.

So, most of my Criminal Minds fics have done really well and don't need to be recommended just because it's a really popular fandom, but JJ fics don't really do well? Idk why she's not a popular character?

But I love this fic. I had so much fun working on this fic, and working in the religious references and imagery from the show - this fic was just so much fun for me. And I think it needs more love.

From The Last of Us:

IFHY (I Fucking Hate You) on AO3 - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Enemies with Benefits. Smut and Angst. Set during the main events of Part II. 8k (Oneshot). You and Abby truly hate each other. So when you find Abby handcuffed inside an elevator, instead of being kind and just letting her out, you make her pay a certain price for the key.

I fucking hate you - but I love you.

I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled.

You're good at being perfect, we're good at being troubled.

There are so many fics from TLOU that I loved writing and that I'm really proud of, but this one really caught my eye on the list. I love writing about conflict, and I really love writing reader characters who are so bitchy and just cause conflict. (Maybe it's because I'm so nice irl and I never cause conflict, I get out all my internal chaos in writing characters who shit disturb and cause chaos all the time.)

I loved writing this because it's so non-traditional. It's not sappy, it's not romantic - again, it has a really melancholic ending. The characters are so toxic for each other (which is also something I love writing - because it's horrible for relationships irl, but for fiction it's so interesting to explore and observe).

I think this is one of my best, most interesting fics and I really loved doing it.

From Harry Potter:

King For A Day on Tumblr - Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader. (Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger). FWB to Poly Lovers. Smut (with slight Angst). Set during Deathly Hallows. 22k (Oneshot). While Horcrux Hunting with your closest friends, the dangerous influence of Slytherin’s Locket causes Ron to snap. And it turns out - he brings on something that everyone in the tent really needed.

You told me think about it - well I did.

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.

I'm tired of beggin' for the things that I want.

I'm over sleepin' like a dog on the floor.

Imagine living like a King someday - a single night without a ghost in the walls.

I have spoken about this fic at length, and how this was a spirtual awaken for me - if No Place Like Home was a culmination of everything I am as an artist, then this fic is an echo of those things. Again, I fucking love writing about poly relationships - and I think this fic has one thing that was missing from No Place Like Home. And that is exploring each individual thread of a poly relationship and how someone interacts with each person in the relationship outside of the poly group functioning as a whole. That is definitely a strong suit of this fic.

Also it's amazing filthy nasty smut, which is something I love writing, and something I am really talented at.

From Stranger Things:

I'm Still Standing on AO3 - Nancy Wheeler x Fem Disabled/Chronically Ill Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Angst, Smut, (slight Fluff). Hurt and Comfort. Happy Ending. Set during Season 4. 37k across 3 chapters. You start having horrible waking nightmares, but you don’t want to worry your best friend Nancy by telling her. She’s already occupied trying to chase down a trans-dimensional killer wizard, and you are convinced that the two problems aren’t possibly related.

There's a cold and lonely light that shines from you,

And you wind up like the wreck you hide, behind that mask you use.

This fic is so interesting.

I wrote this fic shortly after Season 4 came out - and even though I had a few fics for Stranger Things that were pretty popular, everyone just collectively ignored this one? And I know for a fact that it is because Nancy is the love interest. I know that if I had picked Steve or Eddie as the love interest for this fic, then this fic would be just as popular as my other ST fics - but because the subject matter is so deeply personal, I connected with the scenes of Nancy kicking ass at the hospital and worked from there.

(And tbh, if I had to choose a male love interest for this concept, I probably would have chosen Billy, because I relate to him on so many deep personal levels.)

Literally everything in this fic is very personal to me - this is all about my own raw traumas. From the abusive father to the extreme medical trauma to the strained caretaker mother, to the older sister who distances herself from it all - even though this is set in the universe of Stranger Things - this is the story of my life. And idk if I would have wanted it to be a more popular fic, because it is so personal? But I am upset that I worked so hard on it and so many parts of it are so raw, and nobody really saw it. I am upset that I had the bravery to post something so personal and it was just - crickets.

There are so many parts of this fic that I am so insanely proud of. The horror sequences are something that I worked so hard on - not just with the emotion of translating my own trauma, but I wanted to make something honestly scary and I wanted to pay tribute to the tension and emotion and visuals of all my favourite horror media - including Stranger Things and the beautifully tense horror aspects of Season 4. And this is another fic that I feel truly, absolutely represents me as a person to my core. And I feel like it's worth reading if you wanna know more about me and who I am.

(And lastly)

From misc. horror fandoms:

No Brainer on AO3 - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Based on the film Mayhem from 2017. 7k (Oneshot). When you are the last person alive with an elevator key that Derek and Melanie desperately need, you agree to make a trade. Turns out, when what you're asking for is a threesome - you don't drive too hard of a bargain.

This is one of my favourite fics of all time. This is proof that I do not write for popularity - this fic is written for a fandom on AO3 with a total of five fics FIVE (including mine) and 2 of them are about characters from other media experiencing the plot of this movie as an AU, and mine is the only fic that is x reader. So I didn't just fill a niche - I looked where there was no niche and I dug a hole.

But like - Steven Yeun. Yes, I fell in love with Glenn from TWD, but this is a movie where he is also covered in blood, and rather than being Glenn's meek, reserved self (which I love) - he is outraged and swearing and killing and it makes me foam at the mouth. And I am already in love with Samara Weaving from The Babysitter - so this is literally a killer combination.

My bisexual ass did not even finish the film before I was typing out this fic on my phone.

And I am so happy that I wrote it - because sometimes you just need a self indulgent, blood covered smut.

And you guys can read it too if you want <3

[maximusblack-hp]

Ron Anderson X Male Reader

Warning: Homophobic Term and that’s about it.

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A moan came out of the teenager's lips as the other boy was sucking up his neck. They both have barely known each other for a month but Ron has been hooked unto the other boy when it got to Alexandria. It wasn’t often that people near his age showed up there.

When the other teen first got there Ron heard that they showed up with a younger teenager named Sophia. Apparently they lost the group they were with due to a herd. Ron doesn’t know much about what’s going on out there but he knows it's bad.

Ron isn’t completely sure how he got to this point with the other teen. He knows it should be wrong among boys. Back before the world went to shit his father would go on a drunk stupor about the neighbors being faggots.

Then again it’s practically the end of the world as far as he can tell. Ron doesn’t believe such things should matter anymore. Not that he would dare say that out loud. If he did he knew his father would kill him.

Before Ron could spiral even more he felt a stink of pain run through his shoulder. Ron then looked at the boy who went from sucking on his neck to then taking a small nip out of his shoulder.

Ron then asked him,”what was that for.” With a moan or two in between the sink the other teen started flickering his tongue over the now bleeding skin. Ron really wanted to question the other of where he learned to do this.

After another minute of taunting Ron’s sensitive skin the teenager backed away. The teen then said,“You were getting distracted,” with a slight haze in his eyes. How he could not when Ron’s moans were music to his year.

The teen then gave a peck to Ron's lips and said,”I must not be great at this if you still manage to get distracted.” The teen then moved his lips towards Ron’s left ear and said,”Next time I’ll give you more than a slight nip to your skin.”

Ron shivered a bit, not out of fear but from how sensitive he felt around the other boy. Seriously Ron was curious who the hell raised this guy. There is no valid reason for them to be this attractive. The more time goes on Ron questions if the other guy is actually a virgin like he said he was.

The teenager never did things like this with anyone else beside Ron. Though he’s heard a few stories about Merle Dixon’s past lover. The boy just figured that some things must apply regardless of genders.

Up to this day they are still guestioning how the fuck they are related to Merle. Not that it matters much now in the end of the world. Practically everyone is family at this point. Take Sophia and Carol for example. He sees them as his younger sister and mother figure.

[carlsangel]

MATCH UPS ANNOUNCEMENT

HELLO GUYS! idk if you know but i have to manually count my followers and i did so today because i promised i would reopen match ups at 500 followers

idk how long ago that was but when counting today i realized i have about 671 followers so first of all fucking WOW HOLY SHIT thank you so much i will piss my pants but ANYWAY we’re well overdue for the match ups to be opened

THAT BEING SAID i am gonna push it back to 700 or until i finish my series ghost in the woods. i am pushing it off just till the series is over because the last time i did match ups it took me seventeen fucking years and it lowkey stressed me out BAHAHA but it’s okay!

if you don’t know what match ups are or how they work i have a post about it and u can read it >>here<< it’s just a fun interactive thing that’s common on tumblr i suppose and it’s really fun to write but also to receive SO ANYWAY!!!

they’ll open back up at either 700 and if i don’t reach that by the time gitw is done i’ll just start them anyway! OKAY THANK YEWWWW I LOVE YOU BYEEEE!!!

[enidette]

ONE FOR ME

warnings :: reader gets injured, me tryna replicate eugene language

ron anderson x reader

being from rick’s group gave you many opportunities; to fight the dead for the families who can’t. it was decided that you would go with glenn when he had to attend runs. this had pros and cons for you. pros, you got to keep up your skills and go back to what you’d — ironically — consider more home than any of the mansion-sized houses in alexandria.

cons, you could die. get hurt. any negative possibility from before could still happen, so why did you agree to go on the runs in the first place? when there’s the safety of alexandria waiting for you? there’s one simple, stupid answer. ron anderson.

after being out there for so long, away from anyone your age other than carl, you had no idea how to deal with little teen crushes.

especially ones on boys with a girlfriend.

so you’d take your chances going back to the nostalgic smell of decaying flesh and the sounds of the dead gurgling on, probably, their own blood.

what made things worse was ron’s reciprocated attention and affection. it made you feel awkward. you didn’t know how to portray your feelings properly, how to respond to his advances. and then you remember enid, and your brain really short-circuits.

“hey,” you hear ron’s breathless voice behind you, turning around to see him jogging towards you. “another run?”

you shrug, “we need things.” he squints his eyes to look at you through the sun, shooting you a sad look. he takes your hand and pulls you away from the gate and your team. your hand feels like it’s on fire, you hate how this boy makes you feel.

“can’t you stay for once?” the look in his eyes and sincerity in his voice has your face heating up. you nibble your lip nervously before wiggling your hand out of his grasp. you try to not dwell on the dejected look on his face.

you give him a tight-lipped smile, “i don’t know much about relationships, but i don’t think you should be holding another girl’s hand.” he opens his mouth to protest when you start to walk away. “and i can’t stay, they need me!”

he watches you get in the car with glenn, heath, and nicholas, sighing and waving at you. causing you to look at him blankly before the car is disappearing down the road.

ron laughs at your behavior, turning around as eugene shuts the gate. he hears the metal clash before eugene’s voice calls out to him. “i can feel the thickening tension of teenage romance budding between the two of you.” ron tilts his head at him, brows furrowing at the random interjection. “it’s palpable.”

you didn’t expect that interaction with ron to throw you off so much, but you have to admit, it was nice having someone care for you. the group had always had their own cliques; maggie and glenn, rick with michonne, carl, and judith. sasha with tyrese, carol and daryl. you were stuck on the outside.

the closest to that you were beginning to have was noah, and he’s gone now.

and nearly, you were too. the run was going alright, you all had gone into a pharmacy and you were instructed to look in the back where the prescription medications were. while the others took on the convenience store items and over-the-counter meds. you were blazing through the labels, looking for what glenn instructed you to find.

“cillin, cillin,” you mumble to yourself, looking at the ends of the words on the bottles. you needed to find antibiotics, and your head was so clouded with teenage feelings and confusion that you didn’t hear growling behind you.

a hand reaches out and grabs your shoulder, causing you to whip around and grab your knife. you stab the walker through the eye, mouth agape. you look around to see you had knocked a shelf out of place in your frenzy. one that was holding a door with a broken knob shut. hiding a room full of walkers.

you back away with wide eyes, shoving a bunch of medication from the nearest shelf in your bag. you’re sure you could use it for something, maybe your possible death wouldn’t be a waste.

you trip over the decaying arm of the walker, watching as it slides across the floor. you land with a grunt, an odd sticky pop sound ringing in your ear accompanied by a newfound pain in your shoulder.

you’re unable to hold in a yelp at the pain, using your opposite arm to push you across the room. walkers start to crawl towards you, and you take the opportunity to stab whichever one you can reach. you accept your impending doom and tiredly try to take out the herd, but the more they stack on top you, the harder it is to reach.

gunshots fly through the air and everything becomes a disgusting blur. bodies of the dead falling to the ground before the pile of them on top of you are flung off and you’re being hauled over someone’s shoulder by your bad arm. you make a noise of pain you couldn’t hear before your vision goes black.

you blink your eyes, staring up at the white ceiling above you. you know you’re home, well, in alexandria. you turn your head and recognize the infirmary. that’s when the searing pain in your arm becomes obvious once more.

“i think it’s a severe muscle tear,” you hear denise say, sitting up with a small wince. glenn and ron are in the room, both of their attention’s on denise. “it’s really intense, sudden pain, it must have made her blood pressure levels drop. that’s why she fainted, but she’ll be fine with rest.”

ron laughs humorously, “i don’t think ‘rest’ is in her vocabulary.” your heart tugs at the sight of him, standing there, waiting for you to wake up.

“i guess you know me well.” ron and glenn turn around in surprise at the sound of your voice. you send them weak smiles as the three come to your side.

glenn gives you a soft smile, squeezing your hand, “i didn’t know what happened, i wanted to stay here until you woke up.” you give him a thankful nod, watching as he tells denise something about maggie before retreating to the door.

denise stands awkwardly by your side before patting your shoulder. you grimace at the pain shooting through you, “sorry- i just… i’ll just go look at the books again.” she stammers before going back to her studying corner.

you and ron share a look before laughing, “poor thing.” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers. it hurt to move your bad arm at all.

ron’s hand comes up to yours, intertwining your fingers. you go to repeat what you said earlier when he cuts you off, “for the record,” he smiles, kissing your knuckles. “you’re the only one for me.”

[hiro--aoki]

Heyyy!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a ron anderson x f!reader? Where ron walks over to her house and sneaks in through the window, then they start talking on the roof(possibly confessing feelings) tyyyy!!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

Stargazing

A/n: sorry this took so long anon, I was way to focused on the Carol and Daryl fic, but I took the chance to do this one. Hope I pleased. 🤭💕

It was another scorching night at Alexandria since the annual heatwaves hit. You were laying in your bed in just a singlet and shorts. Even still you were sweating. Your hair was sticking to your skin so much you had to pull it back into a bun. You couldn't sleep, not in this oven of a room.

As if your mind had summoned it, there was a not so quiet knock on your window, before it was pulled open and someone climbed through. You jump out of your bed and grab your gun off the bedside table, aiming it at the figure.

"Calm down there, tiger."

You lower your gun, "Ron! What're you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep, came over to annoy you." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"Of course you did," you mumble under your breath.

"How do you sleep in here? It's like the sun decided to have a sleepover with you."

"Well I wasn't sleeping, for starters-"

Before you can say anything more, he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the window.

"Ron! Where are we going?!" You ask, slightly startled by his bold move.

"The roof." He looks over his shoulder with his shit eating grin that you secretly love so much.

He climbs back out the window and you follow by instinct. You both scramble to the roof, helping each other like the 'best friends you are. Once on the roof you lay down a comfortable distance from each, and it's almost too far. You lay in silence together.

"Those stars look like a heart." You point at a set of stars.

He chuckled and points to a different cluster, "Those ones look like a dick."

You backhand his arm playfully.

"What?! It does." He argues, acting innocent.

You shake your head with a small laugh.

It falls silent again.

"Y/n, I think... I think you're one of the prettiest girls I know." He confessed randomly, a light blush across his pretty face.

You're caught of guard by his confession but quickly regain your composure, "Really?"

He doesn't reply. It's obvious he caught himself off guard when he said that aloud.

He collects his thoughts, "Yeah, you're really pretty."

You smile at him, "You're not half bad yourself."Who are you kidding? He's gorgeous. You see the blush deepen on his cheeks under the moonlight. It's like a painting, better than the Mona Lisa.

"Y/n, I think I have a crush on you." He says seriously, sitting up.

"You...think?"

"No, I know." He says confidently.

You sit up, and look at him. You notice the way the moonlight highlights his feature.

"I...like you too."

"Oh, I knew you would." His cocky grin grew slightly.

"Oh shut it, Anderson. You did not." You can't help but chuckle.

"So, are we like, a thing now?" He asks, the iconic grin vanishing for a second.

"I thought you knew?" You smirk, teasingly.

He's silent for a second, before his confidence returns, "We are."

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[aidothewriter]

Distance

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A/N ||: My first request! This will be my first official fan short, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Also, my request box is now up and active, so be sure to stop by there if you want to see more.

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Request by @lanaer -

So after Pete died, Ron distanced himself from almost everyone. Seeing Carl and Enid get close was horrid, but there was one person that was there for him. You. You came with Ricks group, yet got close to him super quickly and seemed to get attached. (So basically, it's just a whole lotta comforting stuff)

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over Alexandria as the community struggled to hold onto a sense of normalcy in a world gone mad an slowly drying away only to come back a monster. For Ron, the days seemed to blend into one another, an endless cycle of grief and numbness. Pete's death had shattered something inside him, a violent event that left him reeling him into insanity. What really didn't help this issue was how

Ron found it hard to look at Carl and Enid, their budding connection, a painful reminder of what he had lost and what he could never have. To think he had something going with her just for it all to shatter thanks to some random group. They were a symbol of life moving forward, while he felt stuck in a moment of despair. He distanced himself from almost everyone, retreating into a shell that seemed impenetrable. It didn't help that his mother was always trying to find ways to get him to talk to her. Constantly saying how she needed to cut his hair, he could see right through her like glass. She always used this as a way to talk to him, but he always ignored her intentions to talk. But their was only one exception he had, and it was you

You had arrived with Rick's group along with carl. Even though you two were close in age and spent most of this hell hole together, that never brought you guys pasted the friendzone. a new face in a community wary of outsiders. But somehow, you had found your way to Ron. It started with small gestures: a shared meal, a brief conversation, a quiet presence during the long, sleepless nights. You didn't push him to talk or to feel better; you were simply there. Everyone has lost someone special to this disease that haunts them all, including you.

One evening, as the sky turned a dusky pink, you found Ron sitting on the steps of his house, staring out into the distance, his face dead to everything but his mind. You approached quietly, sitting down beside him without a word. For a while, the two of you just sat there, the silence between you filled with unspoken understanding.

"It's hard," Ron finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Seeing them together. It just... hurts, it's already hard dealing with my fathers passing, but losing her to."

You nodded, your heart aching for him, sure you may have not known him like edin did, and vise versa with her and carl. Taking in some of the cool, humid air, you turned to look at him. "I get it. It's okay to feel that way. But theirs nothing we can do to change what happens now. Sure, your dad may not have been.... the greatest... at times, but i know for sure he wouldn't want you sulking over her or his death. He would want you to move on."

He looked at you then, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and sorrow. "Everyone else seems to have moved on. But I can't."

"You don't have to do it alone," you said softly. "I'm here for you. And I'll be here as long as you need me. This isn't something that will pass by fast. It takes time, Ron." You said, staring into his tired eyes." we may not have a lot of that, but at least we have it now."

Ron took a deep breath, the tightness in his chest easing just a fraction. He didn't have the words to express how much your presence meant to him, but he hoped you understood just by his tight grip around you as he pulled you into an embrace. In a world where so much had been lost, you had given him something to hold onto, even if it was something as small as words.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, Ron slowly began to let you in. There were still moments of darkness, times when the grief seemed too much to bear. But with you by his side, he found the strength to face each new day.

Together, you navigated the uncertainties of the world around you, finding solace in each other's presence . In that shared journey, Ron discovered that even in the midst of pain, there could be moments of hope and connection.

In a world that had taken so much from him, you had given him the gift of companionship, a reminder that he was not alone. And for that, he was endlessly grateful to have you by his side.

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Thanks for reading this, guys!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you 𐦍༘⋆

[shok-oy]

november. 06, 2024

twd characters x male reader. headcanons

✒️ ... prompt : their love language/s pt. 1

[ alexandria editon ]

rick grimes

- acts of service & physical touch

the man is always exhausted after a day's worth of putting out fires around the community, solving everyone's problems little by little, and slowly shaping the people of alexandria into a strong community. all he wants to do after a long day is rest, usually on the couch. that's where you come in; help him out of his boots, give him a nice pillow to rest his head on, he'll lay on your lap later and let you feed him. sometimes he'll talk; complain about how his day went, sometimes he'll just be quiet, enjoying your presence. if you run your fingers through his hair or massage his chest, watch as he just melts away, he becomes absolute putty in your hands.

carl grimes

- quality time

ever since the group arrived in alexandria, carl was sort of... left to his own devices. you and him both. while his father encouraged everyone to explore, meet the members of alexandria, you and carl would often sneak out past the wall and venture into the forest where you two would stay until the sun begins to set, reading comics from cover to cover, twice. carl often enjoys the silence, choosing to simply bask in your presence, but he wouldn't mind if you yapped his ear off. he just likes spending time with you, knowing that you were safe and happy and the two of you could just be happy together.

glenn rhee

- gift giving & words of affirmation

glenn knows what you like; even if you had only mentioned it once a long time ago, glenn would remember it for years to come. everytime he'd go out on a run, he always made sure to bring back something for you; a trinket, an accessory, anything that reminded him of you. "i thought you'd like it." is what glenn would always say. he was always right. glenn is an optimist through and through,but there are times when he'd think negative thoughts, wondering what could go wrong, pondering on people who could get hurt, and whatnot, but he always bounces back easily as soon as you talk to him. you're the person he trusts most in the world, and if you tell him things will be alright, that he's the strongest man you know, he'll believe you.

daryl dixon

- quality time

daryl isn't very expressive or clingy, but of all things, he enjoys the time he spends alone with you. just knowing that you're by his side, you have his back and he has yours, is enough for him. he enjoys a quiet stroll through the forest or a ride on his motorbike with no particular destination in mind, just you and him on his bike on the open road is enough to fulfill him.

abraham ford

- physical touch

abraham can easily go off the rails, lashing out on everyone around him when he's pissed off, but one touch from you, and he's like a tamed dog. a good slap to the face from you easily snaps him out it (if someone else would do this, he'd get even more pissed off). he likes holding you in his arms, and he absolutely adores it when you're just drawing invisible patterns on his skin with your fingertips. he likes having you close, always having an arm around your shoulders or your waist, and he would absolutely adore it if you lean your head on his chest or on his shoulder; it makes him feel powerful, and needed.

ron anderson

- quality time & words of affirmation

ron hasn't had it easy. his father was an asshole to him, his brother, and his mother, but he couldn't do anything about it. what was a kid like him supposed to do against his father? thankfully, your untimely arrival on alexandria brought him a sense of comfort. he doesn't like staying at his house, it wasn't a home, but for him, you were his home. hearing reassuring words from you was enough to keep him going, but he kept his father's abuses from you for as long as he could. but when you found out, you gave him a piece of your mind, and when you tried to do the same to his father, ron stopped you. he feared his father would take him from you, so he would endure... just for you.

heath

- acts of service

heath likes to do things for you, he always tries goes above and beyond. the apocalypse may have limited how he showed his love and adoration for you, but trust me, heath would find a way. but heath always seems to malfunction when you're the one doing things for him. volunteering to drive, or to stay up for night watch, or carrying his heavy bag... sometimes, heath would pretend to struggle when carrying his things just so you would come over and help him. he would always enjoy the sight of you walking away with a heavy bag on your back while carrying two heavy boxes of supplies without so much as breaking a sweat.

aaron

- physical touch

aaron likes to stay close to you at all times. when out looking for survivors to bring back to alexandria, there was always danger lurking around in every corner. aaron would never admit it, but whenever he's scared, he likes to hold your hand. he says he does it so you two don't get separated... but then again, that is his biggest fear; getting separated from you forever. he's big on kisses too; and he absolutely loves it when you hold his face with your hands and plant kisses all over his face, especially after you shave his beard for him.

~ shokoy ☆

[bianca-the-godness-of-venus]

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[darylscarollolz]

OKAY OKAY SO IVE SLACKED

I KNOW

BUT

I have a crap Ton of ideas and I want votes on what should come next :) As for part twos of what’s already out those will be out after I get a few more new ones out

I’ve got a note of like 15 ideas. So these are the three I’m most interested in doing right now. If yall have further questions about any of these feel free to ask.

Carl Grimes - love letters. In which Carl doesn’t know how to express his feelings verbally, so he resorts to a series of long, drawn out anonymous love letters detailing his feelings for y/n.

Fluff

Male reader

Daryl Dixon - we can be whatever you want us to be. Just don’t stop touching me. - in which Daryl is touch starved and scared y/n would leave him.

Fluff and angst

Female reader

Ron Anderson crushing on Sam’s babysitter. (Non apocalypse AU) - in which Ron cant speak properly when he comes home early from practice. Y/n has been babysitting Sam for awhile and Sam REALLY took a liking to her. She was a natural with kids and Sam tells Ron a lot about her. Ron didn’t believe the hype until he actually met her.

Fluff

Female reader

[loser-fics]

Hi there!

Could you please do a Carl Grimes x fem!reader angst to fluff that takes place during beginning of season 6? Carl and the reader are a couple and super close. Ron likes the reader and is jealous of their relationship. Ron also wants revenge for his father’s death so he kidnaps Carl knocking him out and taking him outside beyond Alexandria. The reader finds a letter Ron left telling her he took Carl. Reader goes over the walls and tracks Ron and Carl and finds where they are. Ron threatens Carl and is about to kill him when the reader shows up just in time. Her and Ron fight with her winning the fight. She then frees Carl and once Carl is free a swarm of walkers start coming. Ron tries to escape but is surrounded and killed by the walkers. The reader and Carl escape the herd just in time and return to Alexandria. Carl kisses the reader all emotional while holding her not wanting to let go telling her he was afraid he’d never see her again and that Ron was going to hurt her. Reader and Carl then have a cozy night in cuddling with each other by the fireplace. Thank you!

TW: regular walking dead violence, swearing, my bad late night humour

You and Carl were walking around Alexandria together, hand in hand. It was rare to see the two of you apart, even before you got together. Everyone thought it was sweet, a young couple having fun… everyone but Ron. He longed for it to be him holding your hand, kissing you, spending every second he could with you. It drove him crazier each day, he would do anything to be with you, even if it was completely immoral. It took him a while, but he’d made a makeshift plan based off Carl’s rather loose schedule, and the rare times he would be alone. A plan that would take Carl away and (hopefully) leave you to himself.

It happened that night. When Carl was walking back to his house, and Ron had taken a crowbar.

“Wha-“ was all Carl got out before Ron hit him over the head with it, knocking him out. With slight difficulty, Ron then took him past the Alexandria gates.

You woke up the next day, blinking a few times before noticing something on your bedside table.

A Letter.

You lazily took hold of it and opened it.

Y/N, Carl does not deserve you, nor your love or your embrace. But not to worry sweetheart, I’m taking care of it, - Ron <3

You wondered what he meant for a second, was this is prank? Is this real? A dream? And ‘taking care of it’? Is he gonna-? And that’s when you knew. You could only hope that Ron hadn’t really gone and done something that stupid, and that your boyfriend was alive.

You quickly got dressed and grabbed your knife, running out your house and immediately looking around. Daryl had taught you some tracking skills in the past and with Ron’s lack of kidnapping skills it was easier to locate them. You spotted a slight gap in the walls and pushed it a part a little more, going through before closing it back up. You looked down ahead of you to see some vague footprints, and followed them as well as you could.

Eventually you came across a barely intact shed, and heard the yelling from inside it.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS”

“YOU DON’T FUCKING DESERVE HER, COWBOY, I DO”

“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU KILL ME RIGHT WHEN I WAS OUT OF IT”

“Oh Carl, I wanted to just tell you exactly what’s gonna happen after you die-“

And that’s when you walked in, knife in hand, anger on your mind. Carl was currently badly tied to a chair, enough for him to not get away but again still Ron’s skills aren’t really the best.

“Y/N?!” The two boys said, Carl’s tone being relieved while Ron’s being more annoyed? confused? Probably both.

“LET HIM GO YOU FUCKING PSYCHO” you yelled at Ron, who was rather surprised to see you here.

Before Ron could actually give you a response you ran up to him, punching him. You were tempted to use your knife but he hit you back snapping you out of thought. Luckily, a couple more hits from you and he backed against the wall breathing heavily. It was rather easy for you to take him down what with him living inside Alexandria for the majority of the apocalypse and you wondered for a second how this boy kidnapped Carl Fucking Grimes.

You used your knife to cut Carl free and the two of you ran out the door a swarm of walkers came near you and as you darted away they went through the door. Hearing Ron’s screams you could assume what happened as you and Carl went back to Alexandria.

“What. The. Hell. Happened.” Rick said as he looked at the two of you who were covered in blood and dirt.

“We could find either of you all morning… where you two with Ron? He’s also missing” Michonne spoke, sounding slightly more understanding than Mr ‘Coral and (your name in rick’s accent) can’t be trusted’

After some explaining, some bad news delivering and some wall fixing, Carl and you could finally relax. The two of you cuddled on the couch listening to the fireplace crackle.

“I was scared back there y’know, not just for me I thought- I thought Ron was gonna hurt you or that I’d never see you again…” Carl said, pulling you closer and tracing shapes on your back

“I know, I I know, but it’s ok now don’t worry sweetheart” you responded

“… I love you.”

“I love you too Carl, so fucking much”

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A/N: I am SO SORRY with how long this took to get out and it was kinda hard to write Ron so evily haha