Struggles In The Dark (A Carl Grimes Fanfiction)

He's Leaving?

Carl's P.O.V
"You fucking lied to me? What did I say would happen if you lied to me?!" Dwight yells.

"I had too! We all have to do things in order to survive and I had to lie," I explain.

"I'm going to to kill you. Just like I said I would!" Dwight threatens.

When Negan returned, he called a meeting with Dwight and I. He informed us that we would be gathering supplies from Alexandria. The news didn't sit well with Dwight when Negan mentioned that's where Luke and I had lived.

"No you're not, because he's being traded back to them," Negan says dryly.

"You... I'm going home?" I ask shocked.

"You can't do that! He'll tell them what you did to him! And his boyfriend!" Dwight says matter of factly.

He wasn't my boyfriend.

"I told his dad I what I've done to him. You should have seen the look on his face. He clearly wanted to kill me but knew he wouldn't stand a chance. Rick is weak and so are his people. And so is his boy. They can't harm us in any way. They're our bitches, just like The Hilltop," Negan says coldly.

"When am I going home?" I ask ignoring what he just said.

"Soon."

                             ___________

Negan's P.O.V
"Why did you feed me? I thought you wanted me dead?"

"I attacked Alexandria and I gave Carl two choices. He could free you, stay here, and not be raped anymore, or he could go back to Alexandria and leave you to still be tortured. Needless to say, Carl's leaving."

"You're lying, Carl wouldn't leave me here."

"I almost wish I was. It's so sad to see how much he cared for you in the beginning, only to see how little he cares for you now. I've offered to let him come see you in the past, but he always declines my offer. As a matter of fact, I offered before I came down here. Luke, Carl never asks about you. Hell, he never even mentions your name."

I can see the kid breaking a little inside when I say that. It's written all over his busted up face.

"He never asks about me?"

He's giving up.

"Not one bit."

His eyes flick away and his shoulders slowly slump.

"Well, I should get going. Carl's leaving the day after tomorrow, I have to get supplies ready for the trip," I say walking to the door.

The door slams closed and the beaten boy is left with only the dim light provided by the single light bulb and his thoughts.

I climb the stairs to my room and crawl in bed, which is oddly empty.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get your ass over here! I'm about to give you the best night of your life one last time," I say undressing.

"Please, I'm tired. Just let me get some sleep, please?" Carl pleads.

"Get the fuck over here! Now!" I demand.

He sighs a shaky breath, gets off the rugged old couch, and slowly climbs under the covers. I grab him by his throat, slamming him hard into the mattress, making his face sink deep into my pillow.

"This is going to the the best fucking one yet," I say with an evil grin spreading across my face.