Carl Grimes Oneshots

He who destroys Negan

A/N this should be interesting. 😏

Female Y/n, she/her pronouns will be used.

|3rd person POV|

Carl sat impatient and nervous in the small apartment with Negan, his hat off and bandages on the small coffee table in front of him. He tried to move his hair in front of his eye, but upon seeing the look of pure violence and rage from Negan, he left his hair tucked behind his ear.

"Now this is the highlight of my day, seeing what Santa got me for Christmas. I will admit Carl, your pretty fucking disgusting." Negan laughed, leaning forward to place his elbows onto his knees.

Carl stared through Negan, thoughts of shooting him directly between his eyes running through his head.

"Got nothing to say? No snide comment, no threats of violence and/or death? C'mon Carl, what happen to the tough guy that killed a handful of my men less then an hour ago?"

Carl stayed silent.

"Shame, I thought you were cooler then that." Negan pouted, leaning back into his chair.

Negan open his mouth to say something, when the door to the room opened suddenly and a small, short haired women stepped inside, blood running down the side of her head.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Negan asked, puzzled.

"Sir, I'm sorry to barge in, but she's here, and she isn't happy." The women said, avoiding eye contact with Negan.

Carl looked between the two of them, wondering what she was talking about. It was only when he looked at Negan and saw fear, no, terror in his eyes that he knew something was really, really wrong.

"Son of a bitch," Negan stood suddenly. "Well Carl our lovely date is over, I've got some business to attend to."

Negan turned to the women as he picked up Lucille from beside him.

"Morgan, thank you for telling me, please send Carl on the farthest and quietest truck back to Alexandria, oh and make sure to drop him off a few
miles from the front gates, we don't-"

"She wants Carl." The women, Morgan, said in a fearful whisper.

"What?"

"She wants Carl, she mentioned him by name, she brought... she brought the little girl." Morgan looked down.

"Judith?!" Carl stood, his hair blowing farther off his face from the speed.

Gunshots rang outside, the sounds of people screaming following quickly after.

"Fuck. Ok Carl, fix your face." Negan grabbed the bandages and his hat off the coffee table and shoved them at Carl, his hands shaking.

Outside, a women in a short, corduroy jacket and black jeans, carrying Judith stepped through a line up on people. Judith cooed and giggled as she played with the women's hair, completely ignoring the bodies of the dead lying only a few feet behind them.

"I see why Negan likes you little miss, you are just darling." The women complimented.

Carl, Negan and morgen stepped outside, Morgan limping from a gunshot wound in her leg which had been hidden behind the door earlier. As Negan looked around, he saw the faces of all his followers, some alive and most dead, dying or undead. Standing at the Center of it all was the women and Judith who faced away from them.

"Judith." Carl called out, catching the attention of his little sister.

She smiled and reached out to him, the women noticing and turning around to face them.