I need you here with me // Carl Grimes [EDITING]

Seventy Five - Promise Me This.

Negan.

"You are creepy as shit! That collared coat that creepy ass smile."

"I'm sorry I'm father Gabriel."

As I walked down the steps of the infirmary, fresh tears still falling down my face after seeing my brother in his state of unconsciousness, more people than usual were scattered around Alexandria and that was the moment I realised...

Negan and his men had finally shown up to collect their half of our stuff. I could hear his voice the minute I set foot outside and as I turned the corner in the direction of my house I saw him.

"Dad?"

He didn't speak. He didn't do anything but tremble, his entire was bruised and his hair was thick with grease. He didn't wear his usual clothes instead he wore a white, much too large for him, sweater and matching sweatpants, a large letter A was spray painted onto the sweater, just like in the Scarlet Letter.

"Hey! There's my favourite mass murderer!" Negan called out as I ran towards my dad, but before I could reach him Negan caught me by my waist spinning me through the air before placing me back down on the ground.

"I'm sorry little girl but you don't get to go near your Poppa."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes, "Why?"

"Because he's the help, the lesser fortunate if you will, and you are the higher class sweetheart. They don't mix."

"He's my dad. I don't give a shit what you say." I spat, walking straight towards my father. I wrapped my arms around his waist, finally feeling safe for the first time in a while, but he didn't hug me back. When I looked up at my father's disfigured face he only shook his head at me, no words leaving his mouth.

"You can't be serious." I shook my head, turning back around towards Negan, "Make him talk to me."

"I cant make him do shit little girl."

"My brother is laid up in a hospital because of you. My family are dead because of you. The rest of my family are torn apart. He's my dad and I've for nobody else left, so make him fucking talk to me asshole!"

"Damn! You got a mouth in you like a sailor!" He paused, leaning in closer to me, so close that I could feel his breath fan across my face, "He's my property now, so back the fuck off."

"Fuck you."

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"Put some back or the next one goes into you."

"Carl what are you doing?" I gasped, upon entering Carl's house, the house that I'd been staying with him in since my father was taken away. He aimed a gun at three of Negan's men, the three of them took a step closer to him, ready to attack when needed.

"Hey back up assholes." I warned, I aimed my axe at them, "You don't know what we can do..."

"Kids what do you think happens next?"

"You die." Carl and i spoke simultaneously, our eyes flickered to meet one another's, a small smirk played at my lips but Carl's face was entirely serious.

"Carl?"

"Carl, put it down!" Rick entered the room, Negan and my father trailed behind him, I couldn't bare to look at any of them. In my eyes Rick could never disappoint me I'd always relied on him to save us when we tell on hard times, but as of recently all he ever did was let us fall.

Negan was a monster, enough said.

But my Dad? I couldn't look at him because I knew if I did I'd break down into tears, I couldn't see him that way. So i didn't look at him at all.

"Lydia, you too." Rick demanded

"No! He's taking all of our medicine!" Carl hissed his eyes narrowing on one of the men, "They said only half of our stuff."

This was the moment I knew Carl had fucked up, for some reason I could do anything I wanted to Negan, I could talk to him how I liked, I could piss him off as much as I wanted and he never did a thing to stop me, because like he'd said the night he killed Glenn and Abraham: He saw himself in me.

But with Carl? That was a whole other story. He only saw Rick in him, so he wanted him dead.

"You know what? You should go before you find out just how dangerous we are." Carl turned, his eyes glaring daggers into Negan.

"Excuse the shit out of my French but did you just threaten me?"

"Carl."

"No Rick let the boy speak."

"He didn't mean anything by it." I tried to cover for my idiot of a boyfriend
"No he meant something." Negan lightly pushed me aside before he walked towards Carl, getting right up in his face.

"I don't wanna kill you because I actually like you... So I don't want to have to hear you threaten me again, otherwise you'll find out how dangerous I really am."

"Don't threaten him."

"Am I upsetting you little one?"

"No, you're pissing me off." I shook my head, lowering my axe so it hung at my side, "You leave him alone okay? Everything else may belong to you, but not him."

"I'm gonna give you one chance to apologise. Because I will do all I want, I'll hurt, I'll main and I'll kill your boyfriend." He chuckled, "Because I'm Negan."

"You're an asshole in a leather jacket."

"Yeah well? Your ass, all of your asses belong to this asshole." He smirked, "So I suggest you go walk yourself and your little boyfriend home before I decide that I don't like you anymore."

At that I knew that if I pushed it any further he'd lose his shit and possibly hurt someone I cared about, so I silently grabbed Carl's hand and guided him to the door.

"Wait a second." Negan called out, I'm gonna need you to leave your weapons. Like I said, all of your shit belongs to me now."

I snatched Carl's gun from his hand and lay it flat on the table, before I stared down at my axe and I swung it, so it stuck out of the table and I angrily left the room.

Carl quickly ran after me, his hand grabbed ahold of my own and before I knew what was happening he'd captured my lips in a kiss, one that was heated yet full of passion.

"We're gonna fight him, okay?" Carl pressed his forehead against my own, "Were gonna make him pay for what he's done."

"You promise."

"I promise."