Imperfections

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CARL'S POV
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A few days later, it was dark out. Negan and I were getting ready to go to sleep when someone knocked on our door.

Negan and I looked at each other slightly confused. I had a gut feeling, that whatever this person wanted, it couldn't be about something good.

Negan didn't bother putting his jacket back on, he just grabbed Lucille and we followed the directions Simon had given us.

We ended up in the area where we kept prisoners. I heard faint talking and then I this, followed by another quiter one.

Negan and I picked up oace till we got to the open door, one of Negan's men, who from the beginning I had never liked, had his hand running up some woman's leg.

Negan slammed Lucille against the door frame. "HEY!" His loud deep voice boomed throughout the hall way. The man jumped and stood up, that's when I got a good look at the woman.

I remembered her from the prison she was with Tyreese, I wonder what happened to him.

"What do you think your doin'?" Negan asked, rhetorically of course.

"I-i.." the man started but Negan quickly cut him off.

"Do you really think I need you to answer that?" Negan said more that asked again.

The guy didn't say anything.

"You were trying to rape this woman, and that does not slide, I wouldn't wanna be in a fuckin' place where it did." Negan ranted.

I looked at Sasha and bent down to her level.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She didn't say anything just stared at me.

After a slfes tense seconds of silence she spoke. "How could you be with that man? Why are you still here, your Rick's son, why aren't you with your dad?" She interagated as the guy fell down dead, Negan's knife sticking out of his neck.

I sighed and looked down before standing up.

"Now you have three options, leave the knife and let rapy Davy here, fuckin tear you apart, which would be a damn shame. You could take that knife and slit your writs and kill yourself, which again, would be a fuckin shame, or you could use that knife to keep Rapy Davy from becoming dead-alive Rapy Davy." Negan explained a little more dramaticlly than necessary.

Sasha didn't say anything.

"Can we get you anything?" Negan asked her.

Sasha thought for a second before sighing. "Can I get some water?" She asked, her voice cracking slightly.

Negan ordered one of his men to get her a bottel of water, continuing to have a conversation with Sasha that I tried really hard not to get pissed off about, but in the end I was seething.

As soon as Negan and I got back to our room I just ignored him and got ready to go to sleep all over again.

Negan kept shooting me glances, which I tried to ignore, I didn't wanna argue with him.

I slipped my boots off and set my hat down on the chair before laying down kinda close to the edge on my side.

I was laying on my side, back facing Negan as he laid down.

I heard him sigh loudly. "If you wanna fuckin say something, say it." Negan said.

I stayed silent for a second. "Could you at least find some other alternative where your not killing any of them." I asked as nicly as I possibly could. Truth be told I most likely sounded passive agressove as fuck.

Negan didn't say anything. "Rick stepped way out of line, punishment is needed." Negan explained, but I wasn't having it.

"That's the same fucking logic wife beaters use." I said sitting up.

Negan sighed again. "To keep the vast majority of people alive, sometimes you have to use that logic. Please Carl, I really don't wanna fuckin fight tonight." Negan said as he laid down.

I hesataited for a second before laying down too.

"Hey." Negan whispered. "What?" I whispered back.

"I love you, Carl." He said. I rolled my eyes and turned to face him.

"I love you too you asshole."