Imperfections

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CARL'S POV
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I was going to get out of there. I didn't know how or when but i knew I had to get out.

This was no longer just me wanting to get back to Negan, this was so much worse. People were gonna die if I didn't get back.

This was an all out war. So many people had already died, and i don't know if I could take it if anyone else did.

I was laying in my room like I did most days. I had to get out of these walls.

I heard my door open and turned around to face it.

Dad walked in and closed the door behind him. I sat up and looked out my window.

"What do you want?" I asked as non aggressively as I could.

"In two days we're all going to the Hill top, where we're gonna prepare to attack the Savoirs.." dad explained.

I glared out the window down, my back still facing him. "Why would you tell me that?" I almost spat at him.

"Because you should hear it from me and not someone who assumed you would know, if your gonna through a fit do it now." Dad said.

I bit the insides of my cheeks so I wouldn't say something I would regret later.

"Stop talking to me like I'm a little kid. You might as well consider me an adult at this point." I almost mumbled.

Dad sighed tapped his foot a few times.

"I'm sorry, Carl, but this has to happen.." he said before walking out of the room.

I sat back down on the bed and gripped my long hair. This wasn't gonna be easy.

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The two days had passed. Almost everyone was gone. I couldn't believe dad had convinced Daryl to stay behind.

Daryl had brought me some comics and sat down with me in the living room.

I hadn't read a comic book in years, so I guess it was kinda cool to have a small piece of my for the most part shitty childhood.

I finished reading about an hour after Daryl gave md the comic.

I just set it down on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch.

I looked at my hands and started picking at the skin on the sides of my nails. I had never really felt nervous around Daryl before, not even when I had first met him.

It felt like he, and everyone else at Alexadria viewed me as an outsider, an enemy even.

"I'm sorry, Carl, I jus', I jus' can't understand, how after he killed yer best friend you could still love him." Daryl murmered.

"You don't know the Negan I know. The Negan you know is a monster, the Negan I know is a broken man who has nightmares almost every night, he's sweet and caring, my Negan would do anything to protect the ones he loves and is willing to do anything to keep his people safe. The Negan I know and the Negan you know are two very different people." I explained, probably a little dramatically, but it got the point across.

Daryl looked down, he seemed to feel bad for even asking.

"Damn.. your so much more grown up that what I remember you to be." He mumbled.

I chuckled. "The last time you really spent time with me I was sixteen, and ya that's what this world does to you."

Daryl looked at me and smiled slightly.

"Everythin' I'd gonna turn out okay, Carl."