This one shot has a lot of non con/rape elements and it has sexual assault so if you're triggered by that you may not want to read this.
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Negans room seemed smaller than Carl remembered when he pushed the door open. It was neat for the most part, cleaner than Carls room, but also more filled up. Carl never really had anything in his room back at home. No. Back at Alexandria. This was his home now and this was his room. Negan was... Carls. Everything that Negan had Carl had. The power. The fear. The hatred. All of it. Carl wasn't sure if Negan turned him into who he was now, or if he was already this way and Negan helped him embrace it.
The sun was setting outside, the dark glow of sun turning everything a warm yellow color. Carl always enjoyed sunsets. They were colorful and bright and never the same. Men outside began switching their posts, some going inside to rest while the others were just waking up and beginning their job. It felt like a military base, really. With all the guns and strict rules and punishments. It felt like Carl was trapped in a war movie where the zombies didn't matter anymore. The people were what he needed to look out for. And Carl did. He was on edge.
"Make yourself at home." Carl jumped as Negans voice echoed through the room, pulling Carl out of his worried thoughts. Negan chuckled at Carls nerves as he stepped into his bedroom. "Put your shit where you want it, just don't touch mine. Lay in bed. Glare at the wall. I don't care." He turned around and looked at Carl. "This is your home now, kid. Enjoy it." He winked, walking past Carl, gripping Lucille tight in one hand.
Carl grabbed his hand, stopping him. He moved in front of Negan and looked up at him, sighing. "Just- don't be gone long. It's late and-" Half of Negans men were looking at him like they could eat him. It was different choosing to be there. People feared him when he snuck in, they stared at him silently. Now their eyes follow him, hungry and wanting. They knew something was going on between them. They weren't idiots, it was obvious. But it was also obvious that Carl was letting his walls down for Negan. He was afraid the men would try to push inside. Carl glanced at one of the men in the hallway before standing up on his toes. "They're creeping me out."
Negan chuckled, learning back. "That's what they're here for, kiddo. You'll be fine." He kissed the top of Carls head, backing out of the doorway. "Don't disappoint me. You broke in and killed my men. You got a giant hole in your face. Make them fear you." He turned around before looking back at Carl. "Relax, kid. Breathe. You're safe here, ain't no zombies getting in tonight!" He turned and walked down the hall, his voice booming every time he spoke to one of his people.
Carl knew zombies weren't getting in. The thing he was fearing was already inside. The people. Negans people. Carl knew there was still good in the world but he couldn't help but be on edge. He had seen so many sick and twisted people play with Carl and his family as if they were toys. After the cannibals and the men who jumped them, Carl never really relaxed. Even when his father welcomed new people onto Alexandria he was worried. People weren't born bad, but it didn't take a lot to turn someone bad these days.
Sighing, Carl closed the door, turning the lock. He looked around the room. Paintings and heads of animals hung on the wall. A bed was neatly made, most likely by one of Negans wives. Empty beer bottles were scattered across the room, sitting on top of tables and leaning against the couches. There were a few books in the room, Carl believed that Negan put those in there for him. It was almost impossible for Carl to imagine Negan sitting down with a bloody bat by his side and cracking open a book.
People walked up and down the hall outside, talking, giggling, whispering, and laughing. Carl would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He had just never stayed anywhere without the people he knew around. When his dad was gone he had Lori and Shane, and everyone else who treated him like he was their own son. Then Rick came back and Rick never really left. Even when he was broken and bloody, he was there for Carl. Protecting him and watching over him. Carl took a deep breath and reached up, tracing the brim of his hat. His dad was still with him.
