50 Shades of Dead

Chapter 5

"Do you have to go?" Carl groaned as he watched Negan pull his pants on. 

"You know I do, baby," Negan said. He pulled his belt through the loops and threw on his leather jacket. He paused after opening the door, looking over his shoulder at Carl and flashing a soft smile before stepping out.

Carl stared at the ceiling, the emotions he tried so hard to keep buried rising to the surface. Hot tears stained his cheek. He hated being hidden. He wanted the world to know who he belonged to.

Carl got up, wiping the tears away, and threw some clothes on. He was going to leave his room for the first time since Negan brought him there.

If Negan wasn't going to show him off, he was going to show himself off.

He could see his breath in the air as he stepped outside. People bustled about, some carrying loads of supplies, some carrying clipboards, some carrying children. Carl didn't think the Saviors had children. He wondered if any of them were Negan's.

There were prisoners in filthy sweatsuits wrangling walkers by the fence. Carl recognized a head of long hair. He started walking towards the prisoners.

"Daryl!" He called as he reached the fence. Daryl whipped around, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Carl!" Daryl breathed as he strode over to the fence. "What the hell are you doing here, man?"

"The plan was to kill Negan, but... that didn't really work out." He answered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"If I wasn't behind this fence, I'd kick your ass myself," Daryl growled.

"Hey!" Someone called. Daryl turned away from Carl and went back to work.

Dwight walked up to Carl and pushed him up against the fence.

"How the hell'd you get out?" He yelled. Carl had no idea what he was talking about; he was at a loss for words.

"Wh-what do you mean?" He stammered.

Dwight responded with a hard punch to Carl's stomach. He doubled over, attempting to catch his breath.

Dwight grabbed his head and kneed him in the face, breaking his nose and making him see stars. Blood gushed from his nose. He fell to the ground.

Carl struggled to his feet. He wiped the blood from his nose and swung at Dwight, punching his jaw.

Dwight kicked out at Carl's knees, making them give out. He grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his head into the concrete, effectively knocking him unconscious.

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Carl woke up on a cold floor in complete darkness. His face was throbbing and his stomach ached. He could feel his eye swollen shut.

In the darkness he could see a sliver of light, the bottom of a door. He heard people just outside arguing, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

He sat up, leaning against the wall. As he wrapped his arms around his knees, he could feel that a couple ribs were broken. His face burned hot. He felt humiliated.

Negan obviously hadn't told anyone about his relationship with Carl. They thought he was a prisoner.

Negan's voice boomed, silencing the argument.

"Tell me who the hell is in that room," he ordered. Carl heard him clearly. He was just outside the door.

"That little shit that killed Ben and T," Dwight replied matter-of-factly.

There was a loud thud and a shadow fell, cutting off the light streaming in.

The door was thrown open, shining light on Carl. Negan drew in a sharp breath at the sight of him.

"Oh, baby," he whispered and knelt down beside him. "Come on, let's get you out of here."

He picked Carl up, holding him gently to his chest. Carl wrapped his arms around his neck and hid his face in his shoulder.

"No one is to ever touch him again, understand?" Negan said.

Dwight and the other man with him just stared at him, dumbfounded. Dwight's lip was busted and blood streamed down his chin.

"Do you understand?!" Negan yelled.

"Yes sir," they said, casting their eyes to his feet.

"Now go and make sure everyone knows."

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Negan took Carl to his room and laid him on the bed.

"I told you to stay in your room," he said as he sat beside him.

"They thought I was supposed to be in a cell. You are ashamed of me," Carl whispered and rolled onto his side, his back to Negan.

"I'm not, it's just-"

"Don't lie," Carl interrupted him, the first time he had ever done so. At that point, he didn't care if it crossed a line. He was hurt.

And he was done being Negan's dirty little secret.

"If you loved me they would've known not to do this to me."

"Carl.. c'mon," Negan said, grabbing his waist and pulling Carl to face him. He flinched, his ribs throbbing. A look of rage flashed on Negan's face.

"I'm gonna make it up to you," he said.

"Yeah, sure," Carl quipped and rolled back over, ending the conversation.

Negan said nothing else, just kissed Carl's hair and left the room.

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xD I don't think this is too bad