50 Shades of Dead

Chapter 6

The next day, Negan came to Carl's room right before lunch with a determined look on his face.

"You're eating with me today," he said.

"Wait," Carl said. "In your room, or?"

"No, we're eating in the cafeteria."

Carl threw on some clothes and followed Negan out the door, flinching each step he took. He was nervous. Would Negan actually show him off as his, or would he make it out to be that they were close 'buddies'?

"Sit here, I'll be right back," Negan said. Carl sighed and nodded, sitting down at the table in the very front of the room. Where everyone was staring at him.

A boy about Carl's age walked over and took the seat next to him.

"Hey," he said. "I'm Tom. What's your name, good lookin'?" 

Carl hiccuped.

"Um.. I.." he stammered and scooted away from Tom.

"C'mon, I don't bite," he smirked.

"I do," Negan growled, dropping his and Carl's plates on the table. Tom jumped to his feet, eyes wide.

"Is there a problem here, Carl?" Negan asked. His eyes never left Tom's face.

"No, Daddy," Carl said before he could stop himself. Surprise flashed across Tom's face. He opened his mouth to say something, but Negan cut him off.

"Get out of here, Tom."

Tom nodded and scurried away. Negan took his seat and nudged Carl's plate towards him.

"Mine," he whispered under his breath, making Carl smile as he took a bite of his sandwich. People were definitely starting to stare now. Carl decided to give them something to stare at: he reached across the table and grabbed Negan's hand. He looked surprised at first, but then gripped his hand tightly in return.

They ate in silence, holding hands the whole time. Sure, it was a bit inconvenient, but Carl was not going to let Negan's hand go.

When they finished, Negan led him out of the cafeteria, their hands still entwined.

"Tom, clean my table," he ordered over his shoulder.

Negan took the long way to his room, going pretty much all the way around the compound. Everyone saw him with Carl, who couldn't help but beam as he was practically being shown off.

But then they rounded a corner and Carl locked eyes with Daryl, who dropped the crate of vegetables he was carrying.

"What the fu-?!" Daryl started. He was interrupted by a slap across the back of his head.

"Pick that shit up and come on," Dwight ordered. Daryl just looked from him to Carl, rage written plainly across his face. He picked the vegetables up and went on his way.

Carl couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of himself... After all, he had fallen in love with the man who murdered his friends in front of him and almost had his hand chopped off...

That was all Carl could think about as Negan led him to his room.

"Carl," he started, "Do you wanna move in here with me?"

Carl was so shocked by the words, all thoughts of shame fled his mind.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Well, I mean, if you don't want to.. I understand."

"Of course I want to, Daddy," Carl said and jumped into Negan's arms. His face burned with embarrassment at acting like such a giddy teenager. He was so used to acting tough, it felt weird to act exactly how he felt. 

Negan sat down on the bed, pulling Carl into his lap.

"You make Daddy so happy, baby boy," he said. He pulled Carl's legs around his waist so that he was straddling him.

Carl wiggled making Negan suck in a hard breath. He ran his hands through his short hair, tugging softly. Carl pulled Negan's face closer, their lips were barely touching. Just as they were about to kiss, Carl pulled away and kissed Negan's nose. He laughed and pulled Carl's lips roughly onto his.

Negan's hands rubbed over Carl's thighs and ass, under his t-shirt, and all through his hair. He pulled his hair, making Carl's head tilt back, and kissed and bit at his neck.

Carl held tightly onto Negan's shoulders, his nails digging into his skin, as Negan palmed him through his jeans. He tugged at Negan's shirt, and pushed him back onto the bed once it was off. He trailed kisses all over his neck, chest, stomach, until he reached his pants.

"Take your clothes off, baby boy," Negan ordered and slipped out of his pants as he watched Carl strip.

He pushed Carl onto the bed.

"Can I be on top, Daddy?" he asked softly. Negan nodded and they traded places.

Carl climbed on top and lowered himself slowly onto Negan's dick. He placed his hands on Negan's chest and slowly began to move.

As he moved faster and faster, Negan couldn't help but stare at Carl's face, the way it was tilted back, hair falling over his eyes. He grabbed Carl's ass and pulled him down harder and faster.

They were both so close, their moans blended together.

Then the door flew open.

"Negan, can we- oh!" Sherry, one of Negan's wives, gasped.

"Sherry! Close the goddamned door!" Negan yelled. She squeaked and rushed out of the room.

"Now she knows you're mine," Carl whispered as he leaned into Negan and kissed him, picking up the pace again.

"I'm yours," Negan breathed. He flipped Carl over and fucked him hard and fast.

"And you're mine," he grunted as Carl screamed, eyes rolling.

"All yours, Daddy!"

They finished together. Carl ached, his broken ribs throbbing, but he didn't care. He'd never felt so good.

Negan got dressed.

"I'm going to break it off with my wives... You're all I need, Carl," he said. "You rest now, you're gonna need your energy tonight." He closed the door with a wink, leaving Carl smiling from ear to ear.

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Sorry for taking so long to update, been a little busy.. Hope this chapter isn't too bad! Suggestions for chapter 7 would be much appreciated!! And please, gimme votes!