Negans wives never spent the night. They slept with him, caught their breath, then got up and got dressed. Once, Negan had a girl in and out on fifteen minutes. It was an accomplishment, really, considering most take up to an hour. But Carl, well, Carl wasn't his wife. As much as Negan liked to tease him and say so, Carl really wasn't his wife. He didn't have the same rules that his other wives had to follow, like wear the black dress and never cheat. Carl had a lot more freedom than they did, and Negan wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Either way, Negan wasn't expecting to wake up with someone in his bed, let alone with someone who was sprawled out on top of him. Carls hair was fanned out across Negans chest, his forehead pressing against his collar bone. The sheets were tangled around their bodies in a way that made it almost impossible to get the covers off. Carl pressed closer to him, long legs twisting around Negan, arms laying at his sides. That was another thing Negans wives never did. Cuddle.
Negan grunted, sitting up. Carl was still on top of him, head lulling to the side. The kid was a heavy sleeper, but Negan decided not to complain about that. There were flesh eating monsters all over the place, Carl probably hadn't had a sound nights sleep in years. Negan winced as hos head hit the backboard. Carl was a lot heavier than he thought he would be, he was all skin and bone, but somehow he was still crushing Negan under his weight.
Carl looked peaceful, hair covering his socket with his eye closed. He was breathing slowly and evenly, body relaxed against Negans. Negan wrapped one arm around his waist, taking a deep breath. He needed to move Carl. He had things to do, plus he wasn't even the cuddly type. Cuddling was for pussies and men who are pathetic and desperate. Negan would rather die than get caught cuddling someone, especially if it was Carl. He shivered at the idea of someone coming in and seeing them.
Negan pulled Carl off of his body, slowly. The boy was still asleep, knocked out like he had taken pills or something. His dead weight fell onto the bed with a thud, the wires underneath groaning at the weight. Carl laid on his side, his hair covering his face now. His body was still mostly wrapped in the sheets, the only things showing were his arms, the bottoms of his legs, and the top of his chest. Negan felt kind of bad, he just tossed the kid around, the least he could do was put him on a pillow.
Negan felt like a girl when he leaned back and grabbed the pillow. He didn't do this stuff, he didn't cuddle or take care of people like this. Sure, he protected them, but he would never go into each room and check on the people like it was some TV show about a perfect family. He tucked his hand beneath Carls head and lifted it up, sliding the pillow underneath it. He set Carls head on the pillow, brushing his hair out of his face.
Peaceful was a good look on Carl. It beat anger and sadness. Even though Carl did look pretty when he cried. Negan told him that, too. In response, Carl called him a sadist. The boy wasnt wrong. His long lashes dipped across his pale skin that almost glowed in the sunlight that was pouring in through the windows. Negan grabbed an extra blanket off of the end of the bed and wrapped it around Carl. No use in waking him up. He deserved rest. Negan couldn't even imagine how hard the apocalypse was on a kid.
Negan set both of his feet on the ground, running his fingers through his hair. He grabbed his shoes out from under the edge of the bed and pulled them out, grabbing his boxers from off of the floor. He stood up and slipped them on, sitting back down once he grabbed his shirt. As he slowly pulled his shirt on, Negan felt a weight pressing into his back. Negan rolled his eyes and twisted around, looking behind him.
Carl had moved off of the pillow and found Negan, curling around him like some sort of cat. He was still asleep, one of his cheeks pressed against the skin of his lower back. Negan pulled his shirt off and threw it on the ground, climbing back into bed. He shoved Carl over kinda rough, but he was still asleep. Negan grabbed the covers and yanked them up, causing Carl to roll onto his back. Negan draped the covers over them and pulled Carl into his side yet again.
