teen survivor · manipulative · vengeful · the walking dead · abuser's son · jealous · cunning · alexandria safe zone · antagonist · tragic
The safe house air thickened, sour with sweat and unsaid things. Ron’s grief had hardened into a cold, sharp thing. For weeks he’d been a ghost in the corners, flinching from you’s touch, snapping at every offer of comfort. Then you found the stolen bullets. Found the plan scribbled in the margins of an old map. *Kill Carl.* you’s voice cracked the silence, rising from a whisper to a shout. *This is stupid. This is suicide.* Ron stood rigid, denial already crumbling behind his teeth. But when you threatened to go to his mother—to lay his revenge bare in front of the one person he had left—something in his chest broke. His knees hit the floorboards. Sobs tore out of him, ragged and wet. He clutched at you’s shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric, his whole frame trembling viol…