Thank you to those who read and said they enjoyed. I guess that means this one will get more than one chapter. I will be putting the most focus in Beyond the Dead, but this one will have an update once in a while.

Ron couldn't believe he actually stayed, but a bizarre promise was a bizarre promise. He had to admit, whenever Carl looked at him, the little one-eyed weirdo would blush and refuse to meet his gaze. It was kind of hot knowing how harshly he embarrassed the guy.

Living alone was awkward, but Ron spent his time working out, reading books, and practicing with his unloaded pistol. Life was kind of boring, but he did go out of his way to avoid the looks of pity the Alexandrians gave him. Funny enough, Rick's group were the only ones who didn't look at him like he'd hang himself any minute. He was stronger than that anyways.

It seemed like he and Enid were done for as a couple, and it's fine, she always gave him attitude. It was a relationship of convenience not desire. Though she did visit once in a while, acting like they never did go to second base in the bathroom for a few minutes when she came over. The last time they talked, it was strange.

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"So you didn't leave after all?" Enid asks rather rhetorically.

"Are you bothered by that?" Ron asked, tying his shoes not looking at her.

"I'm more so happy about not having to hear about your walkerfied ass walking around out in front of the gates."

"Ouch, you really think I'd not make it out there? I can survive wandering through a horde in our home I can make it out there".

"You make ti cause you have Rick and Carl, the guys you hate, watching you back" Enid snaps back.

"I don't need them. This place never needed them. I think-" Ron's starts.

"Shut up Ron would you" Enid says. "And think. We would have been wiped out when they horde showed up if they were here to take half of it away and clear this place out. Not only would you have lost your family, but yourself, ripped apart and wondering why no one was capable of doing anything about it. NOt only did they save us then, but now they're going to deal with those evil savior guys".

"What are you talking about?" Ron asks.

"There's another group of guys who want to kill us and take our stuff. Without Rick, we'd never stand a chance. It sucks what this world is, but we need strong people to take care of us Ron. To teach us how to survive instead of just hiding behind these walls. Maybe be grateful they're risking their lives to save yours, AGAIN".

"Just go Enid. You can be so annoying with your "end of the world" preaching. I get it okay, I still don't give a shit" Ron grunts out.

"I don't know why I even bother trying to get you to see the light you bastard" Enid says storming out.

"I don't know why anyone bothers with me anymore" Ron says to himself in the quite house.

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Ron watched them drive away in the cars and RV. He gave a little nod to Carl when their eyes met. The dude was annoying, but he was going to fight some psychos, so that's something. Maybe he'd get lucky and none of them would come back. He could do with that group gone.

But the more he thought, the more it made sense how much Rick and those people changed things around here. It's not like he wants them dead, just not here. But if they're not here, heck who keeps things running now that Diana is gone? It's all so fucked up, it actually feels like Alexandra needs those guys to protect them. Dammit.

About a day later the group returned, and they had a couple people missing. News quickly spread about Negan, and what happened. How the saviors lay claim to Alexandria and its resources. They'd be coming. Rick screwed up again. Ron didn't know how he got there, but he found himself storming into the Grimes' house the following day. It was open since he waited for Rick to leave. He went upstairs and found that shithead Carl barefoot in jeans, rubbing his toned chest dry to water. Brushing his hair away he looked at the intruder, "Ron?"

"I can't believe this, after how confident you all were, and you wind up pissing off an entire army? You could have all died. And now our home is fucked" Ron says. "I should have guessed. Your people bring nothing but more bad news everyday".

"We are going to fight back. My dad… he will find a way. Until then we need to stay strong" Carl replies.

"It's nice to dream, Carl" Ron says worriedly. "Damn, I should have left when I had the chance".

"We need everyone here. We need everyone to fight" Carl says. "What do I have to do… do what we did before to keep you around again?"

"Pff. You mean blowing me?" Ron asks rhetorically. "I bet you'd like that wouldn't you" he says turning to walk away.

Carl sighs and responds "I wouldn't hate it… I need a distraction". That second part he mumbled only to himself.

Those words held in the air for a long moment. Ron turns, looking at Carl intensely from the corner of his eyes. Carl's face was turning red from embarrassment, but he stood his ground, fists clenched.

Ron moved quickly, walking up to Carl and slapping that annoying hat off his hat. Grabbing Carl loosely by the hair, he pulled him into the living room and forced the one-eyed wonder onto his knees. Ron sat down on the couch and undid his belt, his hands shaking; why was he so nervous? Pulling his jeans down to his knees, Ron exposed his flaccid member. Carl looked up at him for a moment's hesitation before leaning down and kissing the tip. His lips began to encase more and more of Ron's cock as it slowly grew to attention.

Ron's hands were firmly gripped into the couch as Carl's mouth slid down his shaft. "Wow, at least there's something you're good for" Ron grunts out. Carl ignores him and begins finding a pace to suck at. He forces as much of Ron into his mouth as he can whilst dragging his tongue along the bottom. That flavor he enjoyed once before came back to him now. It was a little salty but pleasant. Carl twisted his neck as his head went up and down, swirling all over Ron getting the boy to audibly gasp.

Ron had to lean back into the cushions as he felt his body loosen up. The sensations made it hard from him to hold himself up. Carl's mouth felt so good, the smooth wet flesh rubbing against his own. Carl's technique was way better, had this nutcase done research or something? Was it possible, they both hoped for something like this again? Putting the thought away, Ron watched as Carl placed a hand at the base of his cock and pulled it out of his mouth. Pushing it up Carl went to Ron's balls, lightly sucking on them and making Ron tense up his lower half.

Carl pulled the flimsy skin into his mouth. Ron's balls were hot to the touch as he savored them, working his mouth around every inch of them. With his mouth busy, Carl jerked off the member in his hand, feeling the light pulse inside it speed up with excitement. He took the risk and looked at Ron's face. The boy looked halfway between pain and pleasure, unable to focus on anything other than what he was feeling. This kind of made Carl happy, knowing he had this control on someone, and he could shut Ron up for once. He sucked hard for a second watching Ron's body lightly shift closer to him in reaction. All while this is going on Carl could feel his own length pressed up against his pants. Multiple times now he slipped a hand below the couch to adjust himself. It was crazy how excited his own body got from doing this to someone.

Though finding it hard to concentrate on anything else, Ron noticed the uneasy way Carl would pause his motions to shift on the ground. Would you look at that, the little slut was trying to create the illusion he wasn't at all distracted by how turned on sucking off Ron was making him. Well who was Ron to deny someone doing him a favor.

"You've been such a good little whore Carl" Ron says smirking. "I want you to touch yourself while you continue".

Carl slowed down, his eyes wide in surprise. He thought about it, and realizing it couldn't get weirder between them, brought both hands to his zipper and started undoing his jeans. His erection sprang out, demanding attention. Carl grabbed a firm hold and jerked himself off while still bobbing his head down Ron's dick. His hand moved fast, feeling his muscles shift within, enjoying how he pulled on himself. Carl sucked harder too, wanting to get them both close to the edge.

Ron was almost angry at how enjoyable he found watching Carl masturbate to the fact he was blowing him. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Carl's 6-inch cock as it twitched in the moving hand. Needing to distract him he grabbed Carl's head with both hands and began forcefully slamming Carl's mouth down on his member. Going slow and deep quickly sped up as Ron felt the rush move through his body. Carl coughed and gagged, saliva dripping everywhere as Ron ignored the strained sounds and pushed his cock all the way into Carl's throat. He kept yanking and yanking on Carl until his dick exploded.

Carl tried to pull his head back, but Ron's hands kept him in place. Using one hand he drove his fingernails into that bastard's grip but that only made Ron pull him down more. Carl couldn't breath and he could feel cool stickiness fill his mouth. His eye let loose some tears as he tried to remain strong.

"You're not going anywhere" Ron says angrily. "Swallow it".

It was an amazing sensation, feeling Carl's neck shift as he swallowed Ron's cum. Once it was done, then and only then did Ron release Carl. The Grimes boy's head shot and he fell back coughing. After a minute Ron admired the look of Carl's sweaty brow and blood-shot eye. Carl's pissed off expression made Ron a little horny again to be honest. Ron soaked in his moment of superiority but noticed Carl was still hard. As much as he wanted to kick the guy out now, there was a strange desire in him. He decided to block that out.

"Alright, thanks I guess" Ron says standing up. "See you around maybe".

Before he could do anything else, Carl's legs snaked around his own, in a flash he felt a hand yank his wrist and Ron fell face first onto the carpet. He tried to push himself back onto his feet but Carl grappled him and rolled them discombobulating Ron and leaving him on his hands and knees this time right in front of Carl's cock.

"Dude what the hell?!" Ron asks angrily.

"You're turn" Carl responded sharply.

"What?"

"Y-You went too far that time. I know you get some kind of a rush out of treating me like crap and I'm over it. I did good by you so you owe me. Suck it".

"Look it felt nice when you did it but I'm not-"

"Gay?" Carl asks, cutting Ron off. "Honestly I don't think I am either. But we've found ourselves in this, what did that book say? 'Frenemies with benefits' situation so I'm making sure I get something out of it also. Or we can just fight it out, and I'll beat your ass since you can't get the jump on me this time.'"

Ron tensed and thought for a moment. Did he really want to take orders from this little shit? Hell no. But… twice Carl made him forget all the pain he was in even if it was only for a moment. And as long as no one found out, this wasn't as bad as fighting and Rick finding out. Still, he didn't really want to be around his guy at all, so why did they continue to find themselves in these situations?

"Well? Come on, it's only fair yo- mmm" Carl said as he was cut off by Ron's lips pressing against his own. Carl was then pushed onto the ground; sitting up on his elbows as he watched as Ron sloppily ran his mouth and up and down his shaft. Carl's balls tightened as the feeling and the view brought him close already. He didn't plan on Ron returning the favor. He never planned on Ron actually being nice to him anymore so this was a nice change of pace.

Ron's hands were firmly gripped on Carl's thighs. What was he thinking? Sinking so low as to give a blowjob to this annoying Grimes boy. Why did he feel so compelled to do so? He pushed those thoughts far away and focused on the task at hand. Admittedly, Carl tasted nice, fresh and clean, his skin smoothly running along Ron's tongue as he dragged it up along the base of the cock before lowering his whole mouth down on it. He bobbed his head repeatedly, enjoying the excited twitching he felt around his lips. Thinking smart, Ron kissed down the side and pulled Carl's balls into his mouth. He swirled them around in his mouth as he quickly jacked Carl off with his hand. He watched with big eyes the strained expression on Carl's face. He yanked on that dick until Carl exploded in his hand, ensuring nothing got in his own mouth.

Carl couldn't hold himself up anymore, he laid on the floor, his hips shaking. Cum dripped down his softening cock as he slowed his breathing. From the corner of his eye he caught Ron fixing himself and walking out. "Cya" was all he said before the sound of a door slammed.

Why did they enjoy this so much? Perhaps it was simply that they didn't have a lot else joy in their lives at the moment Carl wondered. He knows he still finds women attractive, but something about doing with Ron of all people, about not really liking the guy but seeking that heated passion, it got him curious.

To be continued…

I don't know how many chapters I'm going to do, but I plan to keep this story quite short especially since it's not really a romance kind of thing. Until next time, take care.