Somehow through out the point of the night between confusing thoughts about Ron and Him being in my bed, I had managed to fall asleep. Unfortunately waking up was just as strange of experience as fall asleep. Why? Waking up I felt a pressure in my side and going over my chest. Waking up I see Ron cuddled into my side with one of his arms draped over my chest.

Now this, this was definitely new. I do nothing more then look down at Ron sleeping face. For the first time since I had met Ron he looked completely relaxed, at peace even. The racing thoughts of why Ron was so close faded away with the more I watched him. My eyes run over every inch of his face taking in his features. Who knows when we would be this close again.

Without thinking about it, I move my arm that sat over one of his shoulder blade so my hand was now placed against Ron hair. Just like yesterday I start to run my fingers through his hair. I stay like that for a few minutes. Everything just silent while I continue to run my finger tips through Ron hair.

Though unwillingly my hands came to a holt when Ron body moves against mine, pressing in tighter as he lets out a groan. My whole body freezes at the motion. Was he waking up? I catch sight of Ron face scrunching as his hand gripped tightly against the shirt I was wearing. I act quickly by pretending to be asleep again just as I close my eyes and drop my hand back to his back, Ron lifts his head.

His quiet for a moment. I don't open my eyes scared to see his reaction of how close he was to me. My heart was on the verge of beating out of my chest. Part of me hoped Ron wouldn't lay back down so he wouldn't notice. Another part of me hoped he would so this tiny moment could last a little longer. I feel the bed dip down heavy beside me as I hear Ron talking lowly.

I try not to show any emotion on my face as I hear him practically telling himself off. Why? Because he had cuddled into me last night? I feel the blanket get pull off followed by the weight of Ron on the bed being completely gone. Hearing his light footsteps leaving the room, I open my eyes to glance at the door way seeing Ron gone. Was it really that horrible that he was that close to me? I thought he was beginning to-

I look up to a frantic Ron who was standing in the door way again. His eyes are locked on the stairs while he signal me by wave his hand in my direction. Confused and worried, I reach for my gun off the bed side table. I grab onto the hand that Ron was waving to me. He jumps at the contact looking at me with wide eyes. I give his hand a tight squeeze before letting go and move to stand in front of him.

I raise my gun making my way towards the stairs. Getting to the top steps I see the man sitting a step down. Aiming my gun to the back of the guys head. Ron still behind me grabs onto upper arm of my free hand while I reach my free hand back to hold his waist.

"What the hell are you doing in our house?" I ask.

"I'm uh... Sitting on your steps looking at this painting, waiting for your parents to get dress." He says.

Parents? I feel Ron hand tighten on my upper arm and him moving slightly closer to whisper in my ear.

"Isn't it only your Dad?"

"Hi, I'm Jesus." They guy announces.

With my gun still to his head, I hear the door from my Dad room swing open. Ron and I both glance back to see my Father shirtless hurrying out of his room, followed by a frantic looking Michonne. Suddenly everything this Jesus guy said made sense. When my Father's eyes land on me they go wide at the fact Ron and I were standing there. Before anyone can say anything Ron snorts at the sight of Michonne and my Dad. In that moment seeming like his old self.

"Carl, Ron, hey um..." He stutters.

Before he or anyone else for the matter can say anything else the front door is slammed open followed by loud footsteps. At the sound Ron jumps closer, both hand were now holding onto me. I move Ron was now at my side holding himself against my side while my free around wraps over his shoulder, fear written on his face. After that in a rush one by one Daryl, Glenn and Maggie all show up pointing guns aimed towards Jesus.

"It's- It's okay." Michonne says to the others.

"You said you wanted to talk." My Dad stats. "So, let's talk."

Dad tries to put on his shirt while I give one last look between him and Jesus. Michonne catches my eyes giving me a look that practically screamed, 'DROP THE DAMN GUN CARL'. Letting out a sigh I drop my gun down to my side and place it back into it holster. Feeling worried about Ron I glance down at him to see him staring intensely at the floor while he continued to hold onto me.

Other start moving down the stairs as well as our 'guest' but instead I stay at the top for a moment. My Father glance between Ron and I as he passes, a knowing grin makes it way onto his face when he goes down the stairs. I watch him leave confused only to have Ron grasp my attention again.

"Aren't you going with them?" His voice was low.

"I want to make sure you're okay." I answer. "What do you want to do?"

"We should go downstairs incase they need your help."

"Are you sure?"

"Let's just go before I change my mind." Ron rushes.

Ron pull back from holding me making my body suddenly go cold. However when Ron begins to go down the staircase he reaches back almost immediately to grasp my hand in his. I couldn't help the small grin that went over my lips while he drags me along behind me. I could hear the sound of everyone in the lounge room. Ron pull us in there so fast that when he came to an erupt holt I stumbled behind him, only to knock against his back.

While we both stumble slightly I reach down to wrap my arm around Ron waist to make sure neither of us fall. Ron looks back at me with wide eyes. I only just notice how unbelievably close our face are. To the point where our noses knock each other and f course everyone in the room just had to notice. Neither able to register how to function in that moment it takes someone loudly clearing their throat.

Moving my wide eyes from Ron I look up to see Daryl was the one who had done it. I could feel my cheek starting to bright at the sight of all eyes on us. In unison Ron and I pull back from each other. Though only enough that now I stood beside him with our arms still touching, making that piece of skin feel warm by being so close to him.

"Come on."

I nudge Ron arm. I move to take a seat that was behind Michonne, Ron walks behind me silently. I move the chair and move it towards Ron. He looks between the chair and I as if questioning why I was sitting in it. I motion for him to sit in it. Obviously not wanting to start any conflict which meant attention, Ron sits down quietly why I just stand beside the chair. Leaning gently on the edge of it as the 'meeting' -I guess you could call it- went on.

Question- What should Carl and Ron while Rick and everyone is gone? And no, I will not do sex. Why? Cause that might be in a later chapter. Depending on the t.v. show really...