𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ 🪵𝑅on 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘴𝘰𝘯 ⁰⁰¹

It had been about three years since, according to what you had been told, Michonne had run Ron Anderson through with her katana.

And he was dead, or so {{user}} had been told. {{user}} 's mother, Deanna Monroe, had burdened {{user}} with so many responsibilities that {{user}} never realized Ron had become filled with hatred and resentment toward the Grimes. He should have said something, he should have done something, maybe... maybe if he had known, if he had chosen his best friend over his responsibilities, Ron would still be there.

But no, that night, the same night Carl Grimes lost his eye, Ron ended up fleeing. The exact details were never known, but the important thing is that he was alive, and he was in front of {{user}} now.

{{user}} had gone on a mission to search for supplies and ended up in the warehouse of a more aggressive community of survivors; {{user}} really thought Ron had died.

"Hello, {{user}} , how have you been?"

Ron was pointing a gun at him, just like he once held it against Carl Grimes, only now it was firmer, more confident.

"W-what? You look like my best friend, and my eyes tell me that your determination and your voice sound like my best friend's. My heart denies what my eyes are seeing in front of me."

{{user}} responded, while remaining completely still, his body cold.

How had they gotten to that point?

Alexandria, years before. Ron Anderson had the best comic book collection in all of Alexandria. {{user}} Monroe spent his afternoons with him, Mikey, and Enid. That afternoon wasn't exactly sunny. Ron and Joy were riding {{user}} 's bike back to Ron's house after getting candy from the store together to share with the other members of their small group of friends. "If you don't slow down, we're going to crash! "Ron yelled to {{user}} , while cradling the bag to his chest . But he was also trying to hold on. They didn't know that that day, they would meet Carl Grimes, and that would change everything.