*carl grimes imagines*

the sanctuary• (the lineup) pt.3

summary: y/n finally gets out the god damn sanctuary WHOOP WHOOOOP!

warnings: s/a from negan!!! please, i do not want to trigger anybody, do not read if you are sensitive to that topic! then the regular stuff.

 
   you sat in your room, laying on your stomach, reading a book on your bed. you got lost in the story, and even found yourself imagining you were in it so you weren't here. there was a bit of guilt you had harbored after being here and sort of enjoying some aspects of it. you mattered here. you weren't so much of a secondary character. negan asked your opinions, thoughts and even let you voice concerns and surprisingly he actually took them into consideration. you loved carl and loved his father rick, but rick only did what he thought was right. in hindsight, he's rarely ever wrong, but you found negan actually including you, and you couldn't help but for that to be an attention grabber. it felt nice, you couldn't deny that.

    you wore a skirt or dress of some sort even in your bedroom, that's one of the things you really don't like about this place. you felt pretty though, no doubt about it. you wore a white dress and flats today. the only thing you could think about when you had these clothes on was how screwed you would be if you had walkers around you. is this place was overrun you'd be a dead man. there was no way you'd make it out alive. you kicked your feet in the air as you held the book in your hands. you heard keys jingle in the lock of your door.

    this wasn't even anything that surprised you anymore, it was so normal. though, you didn't know who it would be and why. you were usually locked in your room until around 6:00 for dinner, when they would either escort you to negan or bring you your dinner. and it was only around 4:00 when you looked at your clock, if that thing was even right. negan came into view all of a sudden. it was rare he came here himself for a lot of things recently, he's been so busy. especially after losing so many people to rick and the rest of alexandria. he didn't have as many hands on deck.

"there's my little angel." negan smiled when he saw you. he closed your door behind him. he was a bit more dressed down than usual. he donned a white shirt and jeans with boots. no leather jacket, and even more surprisingly, no lucille. his face was clean shaven and his hair was a bit messy compared to his slicked back look he usually had. you found yourself actually appreciating negans looks for once.

    "is everything okay? you're never in here at this time." you closed your book and swung your legs over the side of the bed, sitting up and looking at negan.

"oh, honey, everything's fine. i just thought we would spend some quality time together. simon was just talking up a storm about you, wouldn't shut his mouth. i can't let him think i'm forgetting about you so he can swoop you up." negan smiled at you as he walked and stood right in front of you. you looked up at him from your sitting position on the bed.

"that's not possible." you played along. you felt a pang in your heart. talking to another man the way you should be talking to your love, carl.

"that's what i like to hear, angel." he said this before he brought his thumb to your lips, tracing them. you looked down, your hair falling into your face. this is when negan took your hair and tucked it behind your ear.

"your little boyfriend didn't even know how lucky he got with you," he lifted your chin up with his hand. it offended you slightly. negan didn't know anything about carl.

"did he ever kiss these pretty lips? or did he even get that far? or your neck, or your shoulders, what about your beautiful chest?" his hand has traveled down your body until he groped your breast. he crouched down to your level. this is when you smelled the strong alcohol smell radiating off of him. you swallowed thickly. you knew he was going to try to kiss you. for the first time. this was something you were trying to avoid at all costs.