Living with the Dead.(twd)

Iron. (194)

CARL'S POV.

"NEGAN! DON'T TOUCH HIM! I MEAN IT! DON'T HURT HIM!" We hear Madison yell from the hallway.
Once Negan knows Madison is out of hearing distance he lifts Lucille onto his lap and shakes his head.
"My, my, my, have you fucked up.... on so many levels, may I add."

I sigh and grind my teeth.
"You're an asshole, you know that right?" Negan pushes.
"Back at ya." I respond.
"Yeah well, at least I didn't neglect my pregnant woman." He challenges.
"I didn't neglect her." I spit through my teeth.
"Might as well have because she's been going through this shit alone."

I sit back in the chair and try to keep a cool facade while my irritation threatens to surface.
"I know she hates it here, but at least she knows she's better off here. I think she likes it more then she's willing to admit. She says she hates me and I kinda believe that but we've gotten closer. So much so, that I actually find myself having a tiny, tiny soft spot for her and that's something new because I don't care about anyone. So because of that tiny soft spot for her, I listened to her and you're actually still alive. I honestly don't know why she puts up with your shit."
I shrug. "Neither do I."

"Well that's a damn shame that I heard that because I thought you were a pretty decent guy.... but look, I just properly met you. I don't know your side of the story so I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt here, okay?"
I remain silent.
"First off, I wanna apologize about the whole almost taking your hand off thing. My bad." He raises his hands in defense as he refers to the night he killed Glenn and Abraham.
"That wasn't what angered me." I respond lowly.
"Understandable. Anyways, what you're gonna tell me now is why you're not gonna look after little pregnant Maddie downstairs and why the hell you brought it upon yourself to shoot my men outside." He glares.
"You're really protective over Mads aren't you?" I smirk.
"Answer my questions." He snaps.

"Well as for your men, they got in the way between me and Madison. Now that I've been reminded of just how bloody stubborn she is, I've come to realize she's not coming with me.
And as for the ...."
"The baby?" He guesses.
"Right, that thing. As for that, why would I want something that's killing her. Killing the only shot I've got at actually being happy in this shithole of a world."
Negan raises a brow. "Look kid, I see where your coming from, I do, but this kid is something she is willing to die for. This is what she wants, can't you just respect that?"

Now I can't hide the anger that bubbles under my skin. I stand to my feet and lean dangerously close to his face.
"Really? YOU'RE talking to ME about RESPECT?!"
You've gotta be fricking kidding me.

"Sit down kid! I know what you must think of me, hell, if I was in your shoes I'd hate me too. But I'm not in your shoes so even though I know I'm an asshole I like being an asshole and I think I'm cool as shit."

I plonk down into my seat again with my arms folded and a glare that won't move from his face.

Negan stares back but with a smile on his face. He stares at me as if he's reading my mind.
He sits back in his chair and sighs.
"Let's get started then."
"Started in what?" I respond.
"I wanna get to know you a little better Carl."
"Why?"
"I'm working it out. You're smart, in fact, I might just tell you how smart you really are, just in case you didn't already know." He states.
"You see, I'd be expecting a kid your age to be moping around, not doing a damn thing except crying that they're missing the prom. But you, You are on a mission. You found me, you killed some of my men and you're smart enough enough to know that I'm not gonna let this slide."

He looks from me to the ground then back to me again before laughing and shaking his head back and forth. He points to the bandage on my face.
"I, I can't... I can't do it. It's like talking to a birthday present. You gotta take that crap off your face. I wanna see what Grandma got me." He laughs while rubbing his hands together, not entertaining the thought of how fucked up this is. Sick bastard!