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I needed to write something cute ASAP after the last episode. CARL WAS MAKING PATRICK A GRAVE MARKER. Pardon my caps, I just couldn't handle these feelings! That episode was so sad omg. Anyways, getting off subject.

Most chapters probably won't be tied in with others unless I say otherwise.

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Carl slammed the fence gate behind himself, panting as he looked around the small backyard they had wound up in. His companion bent down, putting his hands on his knees as he breathed heavily, also winded.

Carl leaned back against the fence gate, the bloody sharpened crowbar that served as his weapon fell to the cement sidewalk with a clatter.

"Well." Patrick began, after catching his breath enough to speak. "That went well." Carl snorted in lieu of a reply and watched as his boyfriend walked across the small yard and leaned against a tree, the only piece of foliage in the small space that seemed to be surviving the fight against upcoming winter.

Carl had begged and begged his father to let Patrick and him go on a supply run with the rest of the group. Getting Sasha to allow it had been slightly easier, but his father was another story. But finally he had relented.

So they had set off for an empty town Daryl had found another time, accompanying Daryl himself, along with Glenn, Tyresse, Sasha, and a few other men. The number of Walkers had seemingly increased since the last time Daryl had stumbled upon the place, and they had somehow been split up from the rest of the group during the fight.

There was no need to panic, though. Before coming they had agreed on a Rendezvous spot; a location where they would meet up in the event of something like that happening.

Carl pushed himself off the fence, instead crossing the yard to stand at the tree Patrick had slid down, and was now resting on the grass at the trunk. He was staring at his hands, lightly splattered with blood from the scuffle, and Carl realized with a slight jolt, that this had been his first time on the field killing a Walker.

Three Walkers had charged after them, and Carl had stabbed the first head on with his crowbar, whacking the second and once he had it pinned to the ground with his foot he ran it through the head.

The third had stumbled forward, advancing on the older teen, and Carl wrenched the crowbar out of the Walker's oozing skull and swiveled around, prepared to stop it at all costs when the Walker suddenly screeched to a halt, the blade of a machete plunged through its decaying cranium.

With a gurgle of finality the Walker had crashed to the ground, unmoving, revealing a shell-shocked Patrick, who stared down at it owlishly.

Being on the field was so very much different than fence duty. On fence duty, the chain-linked wall that incased the Prison ensured their safety. There wasn't much a Walker could do except snarl and bang on it.

On the outside, Walkers could be unpredictable, they could charge, bite, and scratch. Outside it was act, or get torn to pieces.

Carl had been so giddy to be able to explore with Patrick that he had forgotten for a moment, that in doing so he was putting the one he loved in severe danger.

He plopped down next to Patrick and slowly took the blade handle from his grasp, replacing it with his own hand as he set the weapon beside them in the grass. He could feel the tremor in his partner's hand but didn't comment on it.

"This was a bad idea, I'm sorry." He mumbled. Patrick tilted his head so it rested on Carl's shoulder.

"No, I wanted to come, really. It'll just take some getting used to." He said, giving his hand a small squeeze.

"I just wish I could be as brave as you, Carl." Patrick admitted with a sigh, after a brief pause. Carl turned his head to look at him incredulously.

"Are you kidding? You were brave! The way you took down that Walker was awesome, seriously." He nudged Patrick with his shoulder, smiling. Patrick smiled faintly in return, slipping his glasses off his face so he could clean away a few specks of blood that was sticking to the lenses.

A small noise made them both stop what they were doing and Carl, ever vigilant, grabbed his weapon and climbed to his feet slowly. For a while nothing else happened, and Carl started to think that maybe he had imagined the noise when it sounded again, closer and more clearer.

"Carl! Patrick!"

"Glenn." Patrick said, once he recognized the whisper.

"Glenn. We're here." Carl whispered back, and a few minutes later Glenn appeared at the backyard gate, looking relieved.

"There you guys are! Are you okay?" Carl nodded and helped his boyfriend to his feet, grabbing his weapon as well. They followed him around to the front of the house, where the rest of the group was standing, alert and ready to go if needed.

"What happened to the rendezvous spot?" Carl asked after he came to a stop. Daryl smirked.

"We were all there but Glenn got worried after you two didn't show up after a while." He turned to address Glenn.

"See? I told you they was alright, probably jus' snuck off to make out or somethin'."

Tyreese chuckled and Sasha smacked his arm, barely concealing a grin of her own. Carl sent Daryl a fake menacing glare and Patrick looked away with a smile.

"Alright, so maybe I over reacted a bit, can we go now?" Glenn admitted, crossing his arms. Daryl simply chuckled.

"Yeah, we should get this done before night fall."

They resumed walking, weapons at the ready and ever so cautions. Patrick's empty hand found Carl's again as they walked. Carl squeezed his hand lightly in return, lulled into a sense of security with the warmth of his palm. Carl was happy to feel Patrick's grip. Steady and strong unlike before.

It was still a work in progress, getting Patrick used to how they all worked, but he still felt as if they had made an advancement that day.

I never noticed how much I suck at dialogue until I write groups talking ugh. Also fight scenes, pretty horrible at those. And titles, and endings. Pretty much everything. Sorry about my mediocre writing, this couple deserves so much better. Excuse me while I go crawl under my blankets and have a Supernatural marathon.

Anyways, I hope you liked it! If you've made it this far then thanks for reading!