Imperfections

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CARL'S POV
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A few days had passed sicne... Well.. you know. Anyway, Negan, me, and some saviors were on a run.

It was nice to be doing this again. No dad, no worries about anything really
Just Negan and me, collecting supplies for The Sanctuary.

It was refreshing to say the least. I was walking down an asle in a Northwoods, looking at all of the shotgubs and ammo. I had a backpack and duffel with me.

I stuffed as many guns and boxes of ammo in them as I could.  I heard a chuckle when I couldn't get a particularly stubborn fun to sit where I wanted it to. I turned around, and of course, it's my Negan.

He walked over to me and magically slipped the gun in exactly how I wanted it.

"How the hell did you do that?" I asked sarcastically. Negan smirked. "I'm fucking Negan, what can't I do?" He shot back with his signature shit eating grin that I loved so much.

I smiled. "Your an ass." I said lightly pushing his chest. Negan grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.

"Have I ever told you how adorable you are, for real. You are the most precious little thing on the fucking planet." Negan said before kissing my forehead.

I blushed like I did when Negan and I first started realizing our feelings for each other. "I think you may have brought it up a few times." I said.

Negan smiled and kissed my lips this time, which I happily returned.

I groaned when I pulled away. "We need to focus. Go get bottled water." I tried to sound stern, but I most likely just sounded like a bossy kid. Negan just chuckled and did what I asked anyway.

He came back with a bag full of water. "Anything else Mr.Grimes?" He asked sarcastically as fuck. "Yes, see if they have any food here, I know it's a Northwoods, but you never know." I said.

Negan was gone for a little longer this time, but he managed to come back with a decently full bag of food.

"Better than I expected." I said.

Negan chuckled darkly Ashe grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me towards him.

"I have a job for you." He said in a deep, lustfilled voice. Negan leaned in even closer and whispered in my ear.

"Why don't you get on your fucking knees, and show me how you really feel about me." As soon as the words rejestered in my mind, my face lit up. I was redder than his damn scarff at this point.

"Negan. We are in a Northwoods, surrounded by your men. No." I said laughing.

"Not a fan of public sex, eh?" Negan asked raising an eyebrow.

"You make me sick." I said chuckling my ass off. "You love it." He said while picking up his two bags.

We carried out bags back to the truck and got in, ready to go home.