"Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now?"
♤in which a boy's mercy prevails over his wrath.
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[starting season: end of 3]
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Carls POV
"Stay back! Drop your weapons. I only want Negan. No one else needs to die." I demanded as I made my way to the back opening of the truck holding my AK tightly in my hands as the two men I shot open fire at, lay dead behind me. I didn't really think of a plan when I snuck into the back of a Sanctuary truck but I knew my objective. Shivers went down my spine as I heard a whistling beside me. He whistled taunting me as he made his way towards me with an amused grin plastered on his face. What a bastard.
"Damn. You are adorable." He mocked me in a casual tone as he made his way over he grabbed the back of one of his men's shirts, dragging him in front of him almost like a shield as I gritted my teeth. "Did you pick that gun, just because it looks cool? You totally did, right? Kid, I'm not gonna lie you scare the shit out of me." He grinned before one of his men rushed towards me making me shoot them in a quick reflex.
As I shoot them a blonde man, with burned flesh on the side of his face tackled me to the dirt floor. He got on top of me but not before I punched him in the face, making him grunt. He grabbed the AR I was just holding and pointed it toward me as he hovered above me.
"Kid!" The man yelled angrily. Negan watched amused by the show unfolding in front of him.
"Dwight. Back off." Negan said calmly as he walked over the man Dwight then stood above me as my back was against the dirt floor as he took the machete from my holster. Fuck, what the hell was I doing. Dwight backed away from me as Negan came into my eyesight and stood above me with that taunting grin. "Is that any way to treat our new guest?" He held out his hand for me to take as I hesitated staring at him with a cold glare. "Come on, kid. I will show you around. You know, you do the same damn stink-eye as your dad, except it's only half as good 'cause...well you know, you're...missing an eye." He said letting out a sinister chuckle. I continued to stare at him in defiance as he began speaking again. Damn, he never shut the fuck up, did he?
"Really? You're really not gonna take my hand? 'Cause you're lucky you still even have a hand." He gestured the same night Glenn and Abraham died and my father was almost forced to cut off my arm if it wasn't for Lilith. God, I hope she was safe. He looked over to Daryl who seemed to be in ragged clothes staring at us through the fence as he was caged in with walkers on chains. "Same as your boy Daryl over here, now that I think about it. How's the job going, Daryl? Is hot enough for you? Yeah, it'd be tough with one arm." He chuckled as Daryl looked over at me instead of Negan himself. Daryl's gaze was almost pleading with me to get out of there and run as fast as I could. Negan looked back over to me with an expression on his face now stern as he stared down at me in silence. I shrugged as I finally took his arm as he helped me up from the floor. "Ah, smart kid. Now come with me. Dwighty-boy, why don't you grab Daryl, take him to the kitchen, and do a little grub prep." I grabbed my dad's sheriff's hat off the floor as he spoke. My dad would kill me if he knew I was at the sanctuary unarmed right now. "New plan, boys. Let's burn the dead, and unload the truck later. Damn, I am not gonna have time to screw any of my wives today." He grinned over at me as I put back on the hat. "I mean, maybe one." He pointed his index finger up at Dwight almost tauntingly. Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean, it didn't matter all I had to do was find her. "Come on." He commanded me as he walked past me.
