NOT DEAD YET // the Walking Dead ( Carl x Reader)

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Negan brought us into a very nice room, there was a large bed, three big windows, shelves, couches, chairs.

    "Are all those women actually your—" Carl wondered.

     "Wives? Yeah. Always wanted to screw a whole bunch of different women. I mean, why settle for just one? Why follow the same old rules? Why not make life better? Speaking of... sit. Let's get started." Carl and I sat in the two chairs as Negan sat across from us on the couch.

    "Start on what?" Carl asked.

    "I want to get to know you both a little better, Carl... and..." Negan looked at me.

    "(Y/n)." I tell him.

     "And (Y/n)." Negan chuckled.

    "Why?" Carl wondered.

    "Work it out. You're both smart. In fact, I'm gonna tell you just how smart you too are, in case you don't already know. See, I'd expect a kid your age to be moping around, not doing a damn thing, except crying about missing the prom. But you both— you go on a mission. You find me, you kill three of my men, and you're smart enough to know that I'm not gonna let this slide." Negan laughed. "Ah, I can't— I can't do it. It's like taking to a birthday present. You got to take that crap off your face. I want to see what Grandma got me."

    "No." Carl told him.

    "Three men!" Negan yelled. "Three... men. Punishment. Do you really want to piss me off?"

    "He only killed two, I killed one." I tell Negan.

     "That's why you're next." Negan smiled.
I watched as Carl slowly took off his hat placing it on the table before starting with the bandage. He looked at me and mouthed an 'it's okay' but I knew it wasn't.

    "Almost there." Negan chuckled as Carl finished but left his hair in front. "Get that hair out of your face. Let me see." Carl brushed his hair back revealing what was once his eye. "Christ! That is disgusting. No wonder you cover that up. Have you seen it? I mean, have you looked in the mirror? That is gross as hell. I can see your socket. I want to touch it. Oh, come on. Can I touch it?"

    "Can't you just leave him alone!" I yell knowing how much that was really hurting Carl.

    "Oh. Damn. Holy hell, kid. Look... I just— it's easy to forget that you're... just a kid." Negan apologized to Carl, I think. "And I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything. I— I was just screwing around."

    "Just forget it." Carl said then there was a knock on the door.

    "Come in." Negan sighed.

    "I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but, uh... you left Lucille out by the truck." The man said walking in with Lucille.

     "Seriously?" Negan asked. "I never do that. I guess two kids firing machine guns is a little bit of a distraction. All jokes aside, you look rad as hell. I wouldn't cover that shit up. It may not be a hit with the ladies, but I swear to you, no one is gonna screw with you looking like that. No, sir. Fat Joseph, did you carry her all the way up here for me?"

     "Yes, sir." Fat Joseph said as Negan took her back.

     "Were you gentle? Were you kind?" Negan wondered.

     "Uh..."

     "Did you treat her like a lady?" Negan asked.

     "Mm, yes. Yes, sir." Fat Joseph said.

     "Did you pet her little pussy like a lady?" Negan laughed. "I'm just screwing around, man. A baseball bat doesn't have a pussy. Get the hell out." Fat Joseph quickly left. "Now, you see? That's what I'm talking about. Men breaking each other's balls. This is the shit your Dad's supposed to be teaching you. Now, your turn." Negan looked at me.

    "What?" A ask.

    "I see those bandages you have on. They seem old." Negan chuckled. "I want you to take them off, starting with that shoulder. Now I know it's not as exciting as your boyfriends eye but it's only fair for him if you don't hide anything either."

My heart was racing, I meant to tell everyone, I really did. Especially after Denise found out but so many things happened it was never the time, we were recovering from the herd then we have to deal with Saviors it never felt right to bring it up.

    "Come on sweetheart." Negan smiled.
I take in a breath as I look down and start to unwrap my shoulder. It's still only a few weeks old so it still looks fresh but the paint is manageable. "Holy shit! She's on a timer. I was wrong, yours is exciting."
I looked up and saw the sadness and fear in Carl's eye.
I then move to my arm unwrapping the bandage revealing the scar, and last I unwrapped my leg.

    "What are those? Are they real?" Negan lent forward. "Shit! You really are something. How old are they?" Negan smiled.

    "Year or more, and a couple weeks." I keep my head down.

     "You really are some kind of freak. What's it feel like?" Negan laughed.

      "If you're so curious why don't you go find out." I tell him.

    "You have to learn you can't talk to me like that." Negan stood above me. "Now I have been extra nice with you, I let you punch me and yell at me. But I asked you a question. Tell me what it feels like? And I want details." He put his hand on my injured shoulder, I sharply exhaled.

     "It feels like it's burning my blood, eating my flesh every day, it doesn't stop for months. And I've been through it three damn times." I tell him as the pain grows.

      "Good, not so hard to just give me an answer, is it?" Negan smiled talking his hand off of me and sat back down. "What do you two like to do for fun? You like music?" Negan asked looking at Carl. "I want you to sing me and your girlfriend here a song."

     "What?" Carl asked.