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rickgrimesslut · 2 years

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Breathed Life Into Me - Carl x Negan Short

“I knew the whole time.”

Negan looked over at Rick through the bars, blinking a couple of times. “Oh, you did?” he said in a disbelieving tone.

Rick sighed, leaning back against the wall. “Yes, believe it or not, I did.” To Negan’s surprise, Rick didn’t seem at all upset. Maybe there was even a little humor in the way he said it.

“Well, why the fuck shit did you wait this long to say anything to me, Prick?” He grinned up at him from his spot sitting against the wall.

Rick looked up at the ceiling with an almost-amused expression. “Why the fuck shit would I have said anything?”

Negan shrugged, “I dunno. You couldn’t seem to keep your mouth shut around me to save your life back in the day. I woulda thought, if you knew, you’d be threatening to kill me all over again. Shit, maybe you woulda even tried to off me right then!”

Then they were both laughing. Actually laughing.

He looked over and met Rick’s eyes.

Shit. He had a hard time looking into those eyes.

Negan opened his mouth to make a quip, but his lip shook and he quickly turned towards the stone wall.

“You loved him.” Rick’s voice cut into his thoughts after a beat of silence. “I can tell.”

Negan stayed silent. He knew if he spoke he would sound pathetic. Which he definitely did not want in front of Rick the Dick. Even if he is the boy’s father.

“He changed you.”

Fuck, yes. Completely against his will, he might add. The little defiant shit.

“Now, I’m not happy about what you did and may have done with my son, which I want to leave the more… physical things… a mystery. But… I know you’ve never given a single shit what makes me happy.”

“I’m sorry, Rick.”

Negan turned to look at him, tears in his eyes. Rick’s face displayed complete shock. Surprisingly, his goal was not shock factor this time.

Rick was quiet, waiting for Negan to elaborate. Sorry for fucking his son? Sorry for Glenn? Abraham? Olivia? For terrorizing his people for months? For the war?

“I am positively, genuinely sorry. For the first time since… he died. Because I was sorry then, too.”

It was silent for a while until Rick nodded slightly, looking down at his lap as he saw a tear roll down Negan’s cheek. It was very… unnerving, seeing Negan like this. Weak. Broken.

“You still miss him.” Rick said softly.

“Of fucking course I do.” Negan tried to subtly wipe away a fresh tear that had fallen. “Believe it or not, Prick, that boy got to me in ways no one had in years. Even before the end of the fucking world.”

Rick really did not need to hear exactly how his son had “gotten” to Negan. Despite himself, he shot him a questioning glance.

“That day. That he rolled in with those giant fucking balls and killed two of my men. I brought him back to my room with me.”

Rick cringed.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking, you fucking pervert, but no, I did not bed your boy.”

Rick visibly relaxed.

“That time anyways.” Negan grinned, he couldn’t help himself.

Rick rolled his eyes, cringing again. “Jesus.”

“We did get to know each other though. Honestly, I tormented the shit out of him. Which, I later apologized to him for, because I treated your boy right, Rick, despite what you may think.”

Rick nodded, looking at his hands in his lap. “Well, hopefully you’re tellin’ the truth or I might have to kill you for real this time.”

Negan smiled broadly, “Uh-huh. Alright. That’s fair. But, to set things straight, my boy is the only reason I would ever let you kill me, Prick.”

Rick almost smiled at him. Almost. Before his face was overcome with profound sadness.

“That day. He made me feel actual, genuine compassion for another person for the first time since all this bullshit started. Cheesy as it fucking is, he breathed life back into my cold-ass dead-ass body.”

Rick studied him as he spoke, intrigued. He had half-thought that to Negan, it was about the imbalance of power. He had thought that maybe Negan got off on it. But this. This was the only time that Rick knew without a doubt, Negan was telling the truth.

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crystallinecrimsonmoth · 2 years

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Future Serial Killer [ongoing]

Chapter 45

Both of them looked so different this time, Carl with his hair tied back, his eye exposed, Negan’s leather jacket wrapped around his shoulders with a black bandana tied around his neck, and Rick with his beard gone, more than a few new scars littering his face and neck, and mud painted in stripes down his face the same as every Raider Carl had come across.

His former father wasn’t one of them anymore, he hadn’t been since he sold out their community to get back at Negan for taking his son and friends away. Carl and Jasmine had almost died the day the Raiders infiltrated Hilltop and none of the Survivors were willing to forgive Rick for causing that pain.

“You look older, son.”

“I am older.”

“So you are.”

“I don’t know where you were or how much you told them, and quite frankly I don’t care. But now that you’re here, you’re never getting out of Alexandria.” Carl told him in a flat tone of voice that left no room for negotiation, standing his ground when Rick moved closer to the bars and biting his tongue to keep from stabbing the man with the dagger in his belt.

“Are you going to act like a savage and beat my head in? Like Negan did to Glenn and Abraham? That’s okay with you?”

“You’re the one that looks like a savage right now, Sheriff Grimes, and the debate on Negan’s loyalties ended a long time ago. You’re the only one who hasn’t let it go yet, and it’ll be the death of you.” He explained, turning his head away from him. “You put everyone in danger by bringing the Raiders here, you put our children in danger. You put my daughter in danger.”

“You mean the child you stole-”

Carl cut off Rick’s argument as he slammed his arm against the cell bars to shut him up, clenching his fist.

“You don’t- you don’t want to start talking about stolen children with me. Jasmine’s mother was already dead when I took her and I’ve been telling her stories about that woman her whole life. You murdered Gracie’s parents in cold blood and then never told her where she came from. It’s fucking different.”

“Of course, Negan’s pretty little wife has the moral high ground now.”

“Christ, what happened to you, dad? You weren’t like this before, before you attacked that outpost, you were getting better.”

“The end of the world takes it’s toll on everyone, your husband should know that better than anybody.”

Carl sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath as he shut his eyes. He knew what he had to do with Rick, he just didn’t know how to do it yet. Especially not when he was in front of him talking and alive. For some time after Rick’s betrayal of the group, the young man couldn’t care less about whether his father was dead in a ditch somewhere or lying drowned at the bottom of the ocean, but since then he had started to miss their interactions when he was a boy, even if they became few and far between later in life. Now, he was faced with the prospect of killing his own father as payback for almost killing him and his daughter and so many others that were slaughtered in the occupation of Hilltop.

It was a difficult thing to process.

“When Negan killed Glenn and Abraham, he was paying the debt in lives that you took from his community. It was necessary, even if it was painful. When you brought the Raiders to my home and tried to kill me, that was not necessary. You’re a traitor to this community and you will die for it.” He told him, hesitating for a moment before gripping Rick’s arm through the cell bars and twisting him around so he could handcuff him behind his back.

“At least my death will torture you. Killing your own father is a hard pill to swallow.”

“You didn’t have much trouble swallowing when you tried to kill me, I think I’ll be fine.”

Wrenching the door to the cell open, Carl dropped the keys on the floor outside it and then shoved the older Grimes up the stairs to ground level. His mind was still conflicted about what he was about to do but everything had gotten so bad right after the occupation. Food was running out, the weather had hit them hard, and they had to cram three communities into two.

It wasn’t ideal or liveable and Rick had done that to them. He had to pay, even if things were getting better. It would send a message to the Raiders that were still trying to break their supply route, you don’t fuck with Alexandria or Sanctuary and get away with it.

“Feeling conflicted, son? If you don’t trust yourself to do this, maybe that’s a sign that you shouldn’t be doing it.”

“Not conflicted, just sorry for you. You might have actually been a good grandfather to Jasmine had you not turned into a psychotic asshole. Could have made up for your shit parenting skills.”

“I did my best, you just went down a wrong path.” Rick commented, amusement plain as day in his voice as he nodded to Maggie and Sydney where they stood in the centre of the town.

“How did it come to this, Maggie? Your husband’s best friend being executed while you’ve got a new girlfriend and a brother in the man who killed-” Rick spat blood from his mouth as Maggie broke his nose with the heel of her hand and then hooked him in the jaw, leaving him short of breath when she got in his face with an angry expression.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, you tried to kill your own son. You don’t have a moral high ground to stand on here, Rick.” She growled before stepping back, letting Carl shove him to his knees where he stood over him.

With a gun barrel pressed to his forehead, Rick’s blue eyes cast shadows over the crowd that had gathered to watch his execution and the kids that were experiencing it too.

“No Daryl or Negan to watch my murder?”

A different gun belonging to Luke, who so far had done well to bite his tongue and keep from striking the man that had brought hell down on all of them, came down across Rick’s cheek, shutting him up only for seconds before he was back at it.

“What? You don’t like the word murder? But that’s what you’re doing, Colonel. You’re letting my son murder me in cold blood.”

“You deserve it. Maybe I’d feel worse for you if you actually apologised for what you’ve done.”

“I am sorry.” Rick nodded, to Carl’s surprise, lowering his bloody face for a moment and taking a deep breath before looking up at the group again, a smirk on his lips.

“I am sorry you became a psychopath’s little slut and turned all my friends and family against me.” He sneered, making Carl’s jaw twitch as he finally pulled the trigger and his father’s body slumped to the ground, blood pouring from the wound in his skull to add to the facial injuries he’d already received.

As Rick dropped dead from the fatal shot, Carl fell to his knees and felt Maggie’s arms around him as he cried, grieving for the loss of a father he never really had. Her reassurances in his ear served to calm him while Negan was still in the infirmary dealing with Daryl and Liùsaidh, soothing his pain as he gripped her arm around his shoulders.

He hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. The death of a man who barely gave him attention in the last few years that he knew him shouldn’t have affected him so much but he felt the pain deeply, wondering if this is what Maggie felt when her father was murdered.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” Her whispering voice soothed him further as he was helped up off the ground and into the house he shared with his family and hers.

Behind him, the other residents of Alexandria set about cleaning up the execution scene, lifting Rick’s body and carrying him to the graveyard where they knew what to do with burying him. He would go beside the empty graves of Glenn and Abraham, next to the lost Hilltop residents that were slaughtered in the occupation and all the rest that they had marked remembrance for along the way.

So many empty graves lay beside the outer wall of Alexandria that it was amazing anyone had survived, but even a traitor like Rick would be buried with his people. It was the only concession Negan or Carl had decided to allow for him.

Meanwhile, Liùsaidh woke up in the infirmary with a fight in her lungs, hacking up a small spatter of mud that had been caught in her throat before looking up at Negan and Daryl watching her. She was glad to see them both but that relief only lasted a second before she bolted upright, gripping Negan’s arm when he held her to keep the woman from getting out of bed.

“What happened to the others? Eve? Avery? Thalia? Are they okay?” The panic in her voice and expression was evident but the news didn’t change from Daryl as he ran his hand over her mucky hair, not caring that she was coated in dirt and sludge.

“Thalia’s alive, she’s recovering in the next room.”

“And the others?”

“We lost Eve when a rock fell from the edge of the sinkhole, she didn’t feel any pain. Avery drowned.” Luke answered her question as he came into the room they were gathered in, showing his bloody arm to Negan so he could get stitched up.

The new chief and doctor of the twin communities took Luke’s arm in his hands and frowned, leading him over to the other bed in the room.

“It’s a nasty cut, lucky you got a new tetanus shot last month.” He sighed as he wiped the blood from his arm, glad that the soldier didn’t even wince.

Luke’s ability to handle pain was always a bonus when he walked into his infirmary with a new injury every week. For a man who did his best to stay out of trouble deliberately, he sure did have a habit of attracting it anyway.

Daryl helped Liùsaidh lay back down on the bed she occupied and kissed her forehead as she sucked in a watery sob, leaning into his shoulder to stop the others from seeing. It didn’t get any easier when they lost people, especially people who had been with them for years.

Luke knew this better than anyone as he watched her cry, shaking his head while Negan stitched his arm.

“We brought their bodies back. We can bury them once we’re stitched up and able to walk.” He told her in a soft tone, knowing that being treated like a wounded animal wouldn’t sit well with the woman but what option did he have.

She was a wounded animal right now.

The group in the infirmary all went quiet for a moment, only Liùsaidh’s sobs breaking the silence as they all prayed without speaking for the dead. After a while in the apocalypse, you learned to accept the death and hoped that the people lost would find peace on the other side of wherever the fuck you went when you died.

Soon enough, Liùsaidh recovered from her moment of sadness and held onto Daryl so she could lean up and stare out of the window to watch Rick’s body being carried away. She caught a brief glimpse of Carl and Maggie going into the adjacent house and sighed, frowning.

“Poor kid. I’m sorry, for your friend.” She looked up at Daryl, pressing her nose to his cheek and smiling a little, hoping the feeling and sight of her being close would help the archer deal with seeing his dead friend better.

Rick had hurt them all by joining that other group and killing many of their own, but she knew that Daryl had still grown through the end of the world with him as his brother and he would find it hard to get over his death. It was never easy to lose your own people, even if they were bad people. Rick was bad, he couldn’t be saved and they all knew that, but it wouldn’t hurt Daryl any less knowing that his friend was crazy when he died.

He turned towards her nose pressed to his cheek, though, and smiled that slight smile that was always reserved just for Liùsaidh, planting a soft kiss on her muddy lips and humming against her mouth.

“I’ll be okay. Carl will be too, he just needs some time and comfort.”

“Which is exactly what I exist for so if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, my lady, I need to go and take care of my lover before he starts getting so upset he throws shit.” Negan chuckled as he taped a bandage over the stitching job he’d done on Luke’s arm, leaving backwards out of the door to go home.

Liùsaidh smiled at the way he spoke, still finding joy in how he always made shit into a joke, and watched him cross the courtyard to get to his house, leaning back into Daryl with a sigh.

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mikafa1212 · 5 years

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Halloween Cegan Fic

A/N : YAY I’m back! and this time I come here to post my newest Cegan fanfic and this time using Halloween theme with Incubus!Carl <3

Here’s some preview of the story :

Title : Trapped in A Dream

Summary : Carl watched the moon from his bedroom window, he felt content with his life, but he also felt something was missing. He feels both happy and sad… he's still trying to figure out how that could be. Things that he was interested in, things that once made him happy, no longer does. He wants to have something to be excited about, something to look forward too again, so he closes his eyes and secretly wishes under the moonlight, 'I hope my life changes, and I hope I find something I want.'

He wished it out on a whim.

The next morning, Carl found something that, indeed, would change his life forever. Is it something he wants? Probably not.

it was a quiet Sunday morning at the grimes house, well, until a scream is heard from Carl's room. "MOM! DAD! Something fucking weird has happened!" Carl ran down the stairs as fast as he could, he quickly approached his parents at the dining table, they both looked worried.

He pointed at the weird thing shaped as tail with what looked like an arrow at the end. "What the hell is this!?"

He shook his newborn tail and tried to pull it out, which was a bad idea. "Ow!"

His parents gave a reaction he wasn't expecting. "Oh my God! My son has become an incubus! This is great news!" Lori was ecstatic while Rick just smiled. "See, I told you he'd take after us, Lori."

Carl gaped at them. "What kind of prank are you guys pulling?"

"This isn't a prank son, look I can see your new horns too." RIck said as he sipped his coffee.

Carl runs a hand through his hair as he approaches the nearest mirror to see.

His dad wasn't lying, there were two curled horns sitting on the sides of his head.

"What the hell is happening to me!?"

"Shuuush—Carl! You're gonna wake the neighbors, you don't want them to know you're Incubus, right?"

"I am... a what?" Carl cannot process his parent's words, it was… just too weird! They should

be freaking out with him, maybe take him to the hospital. This isn't normal!

"Carl, we have something to tell you that we've been hiding for a long time," Rick suddenly becomes serious, "Your mother and I have Incubus blood."

"Incubus? Isn't that a demon who sleeps with people?"

They both nodded.

"So, you're saying I'm that—an Incubus? Why the fuck would you keep this from me!? Is Judith one too!?"

"Well she hasn't presented yet, but probably," Lori corrected him, ignoring his first question completely.

"Are you guys serious?" he still couldn't believe what was happening right now.

But his parents weren't lying at all.

"Don't worry Carl! Soon you'll be feeding off the life essence of humans! How fun is that?" Lori beams at him, clapping her hands like a child.

"That's not fun! I don't want to do any of that!"

"Ah don't think like that Carl, once you start hunting you'll see just how great it is. Your mother and I go 'hunting' every week." Rick chimes in, giving Lori a little wink to make her giggle.

Why are they acting like there's no problem? This is beyond fucked up to Carl, "How do you even have the time for that?!"

"When you and Judith are at school. Oh and you know my weekly book club? Yeah, I don't actually go to that, those ladies are all pretentious bitches." Lori laughs at her own joke.

The puzzle pieces are coming together. Carl's eyes widen. He almost doesn't even want to ask his next question, but he does anyway, "... And you dad?"

Rick smiles, "I don't take any extra shifts at the station, and when I say I'm working late… we'll I'm working on something else," Both of them fucking laugh at his corny joke.

"But you said you needed the extra shifts for money. For all the debts we have to pay, your medical bills!"

"Medical bills? Oh! There are none, I was never in a coma. That was just a cover story. You kept asking why I needed extra shifts so I had to make it seem like we were struggling."

Lori cuts him off, "Yes, but the truth is we're actually quite well off, the men and women we see pay us for our—ahem—'services.'"

So while Carl's been working so hard, his parents were fucking like dogs.

"S-so you've been lying to me all this time? Why couldn't you just tell me?" Carl feels like his whole life has been a lie, and in a way it was.

"We have to blend into society, Carl. We didn't want you knowing until you needed to, and well, now is that time."

After a long discussion, and a lot more arguing, they settle on a plan. Carl wants to get the fuck out of this house and away from his parents, and his parents, well, they just want him to learn how to be an incubus that would make them proud, so they meet in the middle. Lori suggests Carl stay with an older lady named Carol, who is a drude demon, but she looks out after newborn succubi and incubi, and teaches them all they need to know. Carl says he'll stay there if he can take Judith with him. They say he can come back for Judith if he's successful with his training, and sleeps with at least one person. Carl scoffs with a blush, but he agrees anyway because how hard can that be? Lori writes down an address, as soon as the paper is in his hand, Carl turns on his heels, and quickly walks away.

He goes to his room, and only takes things absolutely necessary. A few outfits, his bookbag, some comics (because those are very necessary, thank you very much) and starts to leave his room. He makes it to the foot of the steps before he hears the creak of a door. His little sister emerges from the doorway, wiping her tired eyes. Carl hopes the yelling from earlier didn't wake her up.

"Carl? Where are you going? It's so early."

"Hey Judy, um, actually I want to tell you something, I'm going to be away for awhile, but I'll be back as soon as you know it ok? I'm going to stay at some place else, but soon you'll be able to come with me."

Judith starts to tear up, "Don't leave Carl. I don't want you to go."

Carl kneels down to Judith's height, she runs into his arms. Carl holds her tight.

"I promise I'll be back before you know it, Judy."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Judith holds out her tiny pinky finger, Carl smiles and shakes it with his. He kisses her head, then sulkingly descends the stairs.

As Carl walks down the street he gets a call on his phone. It's work. Ugh. He picks it up on the third ring, Andrea, his manager, asks him if he can come In today. He tells her to fuck off, then hangs up. He hopes she fires him. There's no point in working for that fucking job anymore.

Carl finds himself in a sketchy looking alleyway. 'This can't be right.' He looks at the address scribbled on his paper then he looks up at the one on the plaque. They're the same number. He uses the door knocker three times before waiting for a response. Just as he's about to knock again, the door flung open to reveal an older lady with a cigarette in her mouth.

The lady gave him a suspicious look. "Who are you and what do you want?"

Carl nervously smiles, "Uhm—my name is Carl, I'm here because… my parents told me to come here—wait—here is my mom." Carl gave the old woman a picture of his mother with some code on the back of her photo.

The woman took the picture carefully, and looked back at him with curious eyes, "Show me your horns."

Carl nervously looks around, before lifting the hood of his parka a bit to give the lady a glimpse of his horns. The lady rolls her eyes, and tugs on one of his horns.

"Ouch! What the hell, that hurts!"

The old woman wore a smug expression, "So you're not a fake. Good, now come inside."

Upon entering the building, Carl sees what looks to be a regular apartment. He smiles. The place is old, but it doesn't look too bad. He can see himself living here.

"Oh, I don't believe I mentioned my name! It's Carol, I'm the owner of this building. Upstairs is where the dorms are, you'll be staying there, but the basement is where all the action happens, let me show you."

Carl wants to go put his bags upstairs, maybe see what the dorms look like, but the lady, Carol, is beckoning him to follow her.

"Hey, what are you doing? Over here, sweetie."

Carl sighs and follows the lady to a back room which contains some very narrow stairs leading down to the basement. At the foot of the steps a curtain with beads is pushed back by the lady. Carl's jaw drops.

It's a large room, but a colorful stage takes a decent amount of space. On the stage, Carl sees a pole meant for dancing on. The basement looked like a tiny little club in itself. Carl starts to blush. He's never been in a club before, and this one is very suggestive. He can see rooms attached in the back, that he can only assume is where the "feeding" happens.

As if reading his mind, Carol makes note of the rooms in the back, "Oh, I see you eyeing up the play rooms," she laughs, "Don't worry, soon you'll be able to have lots of fun."

Carl frowns, he's too shy to tell her that he has absolutely no experience whatsoever. He's a total virgin.

"Oh don't worry, there's lots of men who like inexperienced youngsters too, and yes, they are complete garbage and perverts," Carol winks.

"Wait! How did you know what I was thinking?!"

"I'm a drude, baby, I know what everyone is thinking. You can't hide anything from me, virgin boy."

Carl blushes, eyes wide in shock.

"Now how about we go upstairs to that dorm, you were so excited to see, hmm?" Carol puffs smoke in his face playfully, before walking past him. Carl groans as he follows her up the steps.

After showing Carl his dorm, and having him put his stuff down, Carol ushers him back out of the room.

"No relaxing yet, let me introduce you to people who you'll be working with."

As Carol drags Carl out the dorm and around the corner. They see the form of a girl hunched over, picking up various articles of clothing. Carl bends down next to the girl and helps pick up a few things for her. He doesn't comment on some of the very suggestive outfits.

The girl blinks up at him, "Oh! Thank you… I don't think we've met."

Before Carl can answer Carol's already speaking for him, "Enid this is Carl, he's new, and Carl, this is Enid, she's a newborn like you, but she knows the ropes by now. You can go to her if you have any questions."

"Oh, it's nice to meet you Carl!" Enid jumps up and stretches out her free hand. Carl takes it carefully and shakes it with his.

"The pleasure is mine." Carl smiles. End is smiles back.

Carl's thinks he's just made a new friend.

Carl learned a lot from Enid. She told him that succubi and incubi can manipulate their form to manifest into whatever their client wants to see. She also told him that they could use magic to charm and seduce humans.

Within a week, Carl got used to living in the dormitory. There were a lot of nice people he met throughout the week. One of which being a succubus named Beth. Beth is very flirty and very experienced. She's been very helpful, which Carl is grateful for. Beth taught him more about magic, among other things, but she likes to tease him a lot about being an inexperienced virgin.

Carl remembers the first time he met her. She was playing piano with very thin clothes on. She was very pretty, for a moment he thought he was witnessing an angel rather than a demon.

After their first encounter, Beth told him she was surprised that he didn't try to come on to her. She laughed and said most incubi got boners just looking at her, but not Carl. Carl admitted he thought she was pretty, but he wasn't into her like that.

With Beth and Enid by his side, Carl started to feel less anxious about the whole thing. Enid even showed him around the city, saying that Carl needed to get out more, especially now that he knew how to disguise his horns and tail to look like a human.

"Ok! We're going to the mall today!"

"What? Why?"

"Because you dress like an old lesbian woman. You need some sexy clothes! All you wear are old flannels and band t-shirts."

"Hey! I like what I wear. it's not that bad…"

"Hey you can wear whatever you want in your free time, but on stage you gotta look like a total slut." She winks at Carl then, "Plus we might see some sexy humans. It's good to get some practice outside of the brothel too, you know? So what are you into? Girls? Guys?"

"Uh—I'm not sure. I haven't really thought about it…"

"What?! You had to have masturbated before though, right?"

Carl blushes and looks away, "I have a few times, but I don't do it as often as other boys. I was too busy to think about stuff like that…"

Enid smacks his arm to lighten the mood, "Well, that's ok, we'll get you some new clothes, but also keep a look out for people you wanna fuck~"

Carl pouted. "Oh, C'mon! Leave me alone will ya!"

Upon entering the mall, Enid leads Carl right into an adult entertainment store, smiling wickedly. Carl blushes furiously, whisper shouting in Enid's ear, "Enid what are you doing!? We can't go in here, what if someone I know sees me!? This is way too risky!"

"Shhh relax Carl, we can pretend we're a young couple just looking to fun up our sex life~" Enid purrs right back into his ear.

Enid tugs on Carl's arm, latching on like a koala bear as they enter the store. She plays the part of a doting girlfriend well. Carl's shocked. He thinks she's gotta be popular with her clients if she gives them fake attention like this. Carl thinks he can learn a lot from her and her great acting skills.

After they pass the clerk, Enid drops her arms and pulls a straight face as she grabs a store basket, and starts throwing items in. She grabs some condoms, lube. Then she proceeds

further back. Carl follows behind, curious as to what she's looking for. Enid stops in front of a wall shelf containing various dildos.

"Ok, which one do you want?"

Carl's eyes widen as he whisper yells again, "What!? Why are you getting me one!? I'm a boy, dammit!"

"So? Boys can use them too you know, plus I have a feeling you'll like one of these toys a lot," Enid grins.

Enid picks up an average sized dildo, not too big, but not too small either, "I think this'll do for a first time toy. What do you think?"

She doesn't wait for Carl to answer, already throwing it in the basket before moving to another aisle. Carl huffs, blushing as he follows her yet again. Is she getting all this stuff just for him?

Enid stops in front of the lingerie section. Carl watches in horror as she puts in pair of netted stockings with a garter belt. Furthermore, she grabs a plaid skirt, and off the shoulder black long sleeve shirt, and finally a black lace collar. She puts all of this In the basket before turning to Carl.

"There, you can wear this. It fits your emo, grunge style while also actually being sexy. You're welcome." Carl wants to argue with her, but she interrupts him before he can, "Oh and one more thing!"

Enid walks around the corner of the aisle, grabs something, and comes back. She's carrying a simple pair of black heels with a belt that attaches at the ankle.

"Don't worry I didn't get you too big of a heel. I don't want you breaking an ankle on stage."

"I am not wearing any of—Wait on stage?"

"Yeah! Carol is gonna teach you how to dance on the pool! Soon you'll be dancing on stage in front of lots of clients—Before you start complaining, I'll have you know it's a very important skill you have to learn! Lots of men—and women—like to see a show before they have sex!"

"I don't give a fuck, I'm not dancing on a stage! That's so fucking embarrassing! I-I didn't sign up for any of this!"

"Wait Carl!"

Carl turns away from Enid, and makes a beeline for the exit. He just wants his old life back—the one before he found out all this incubus bullshit. The one where he got to see Judith everyday. Without realizing it, Carl feels a tear cascade down his cheek. He scoffs, ashamed of his weakness, he starts rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands.

Not paying attention, Carl crashes into a large body. He feels himself about to fall backwards before the arms of a strong man wrap around him and pull him up.

"Hey kid, you ok?"

Carl's face flushes as he makes eye contact with the most handsome man he has ever seen in his life.

"...I-I'm—S-sorry sir! I didn't mean to crash into you…" Carl felt a surge of energy as he felt the man continue to hold him. God, was he this touch starved?

"No problem kiddo, but are you sure you're alright?" The man chuckles then. Carl feels his heart skip a beat.

"Uh y-yes I'm fine now, thank you!" Carl scratches his head as he looks away bashfully. God, Carl's never this awkward! Why is this man is making him so anxious!?

The beautiful man grins and pats Carl's shoulder before walking away. Carl made up his mind then, whoever that guy was... he wants him to be his first.

"Carl! There you are! I've been looking everywhere! Are you ok!?" Carl turns to see Enid running up behind him, bags in both of her hands.

Carl sighs, "Yeah, I'm ok… I'm sorry for running out like that…"

"It's fine! As long as you're ok… look, I'm sorry for being so insensitive… I forget how stressful all this change must be… and if you don't want to wear the outfit you don't have t—"

"No, I'm wearing the outfit."

"Ok, I understan—wait… what!?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna wear it, and tell Carol I want her to start giving me lessons tomorrow."

"Uh, ok! I'll let her know… umm why the sudden change of heart? ….Wait, you've found

someone haven't you?" Enid's signature grin pops up again, and Carl's glad to see it for once. He smiles back, "Yeah… but I never got his name..."

"Oh don't you worry about that." Enid winks.

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Here the continuation of the fic :

AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/21250181

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#cegan #carl grimes #Negan #TWD #The Walking Dead #The Walking Dead TV series #Cegan fanfic #fanfic #Slash Fanfic #Incubus Carl Grimes #Halloween Cegan

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miss-blank-27 · 6 years

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me: What should I do today?

AO3: How about that last chapter?

me: ... Nah...

#cegan #cegan fanfic #finders keepers #the walking dead comic #carl grimes #carl #negan #carl x negan #carl / negan

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reallygreatblogname222 · 1 year

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This probably won't be interesting to anyone else (unless you're an overly tidy person like me) but here are some of the word counts I'm most proud of!

#cegan fanfic #word count #writing

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lupines-slash-recs · 2 years

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Rec: No Savior to be Found by Duchess_On_Fire

Title: No Savior to be Found Author: Duchess_On_Fire Canon: The Walking Dead Pairing: Carl Grimes/Negan Smith Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 45,563 Summary: In a world where Rick never found Carl & Lori, Carl has managed to keep himself and his sister (more…)

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ceganslilsunshine · 4 years

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"Hey you." Negan smiled widely at the display in front of him, shutting the front door behind him as he spoke. "Enjoying yourself?"

Carl innocently looked up at his dad's friend from the couch he was laying on, smirking slightly the closer the man came. He was wearing an impressively small pair of shorts and a tight fitting shirt. "Yeah." He replied simply, eyeing Negan the whole way he walked over to him.

"Move your scrawny ass over." Negan demanded, simply lifting Carl's legs long enough for him to slide under. His hand remained wrapped around one of his slender calves as they rested on his lap. He couldn't help himself. Carl had a way of getting what he wanted.

Negan glanced up at the television, curious to see what Carl chose to entertain himself with, and saw the opening of "law and order" flash on the screen. He scoffed. "You really like watching this shit?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah. This or forensic files."

"You and your weird ass shows..." Negan said nonchalantly, earning him a firm kick to the thigh.

"Ouch" he exclaimed, feigning the pain as he dramatically rubbed his leg, "You're so mean to me! I'll tell your dad on you!"

"Whatever." Carl grinned widely, comfortably stretching his own legs back out on Negan's lap again. "You don't even have to be here watching my "weird ass shows." I don't need a babysitter."

"Yeah but you and I both know you're glad to see me." The man winked, rubbing Carl's calf with his thumb. The boy glared at him silently, feeling a blush creep onto his otherwise pale cheeks.

"What do you mean by that ?" He asked, panic coming to his eyes at the possibility of him knowing.

"I know how much you like me, kid. " The wide grin that slowly curled Negan's lips made Carl's blush intensify by tenfold. He felt his veins run cold at the realization.

Negan chuckled, "Awww look at that pretty red face~"

"You're an asshole." Carl bit back defensively; heart pounding. "How long have you known!?"

"Awww! Don't be like that," Negan leaned over top of Carl, wrapping his arms around him. "Awhile~ but it was fun to make you think I didn't." He reassured, pecking Carl's red cheek quickly before abruptly getting up from the couch entirely.

Carl's hand immediately went to hold the place Negan kissed, wide eyed from the unexpected affection. Negan left him on the couch properly confused and flustered and he sat up once the man was out of view. He watched Negan make his way into the kitchen.

"You hungry?" The man asked, completely dropping the previous subject as though it never happened as he rummaged through the refrigerator. "Hmm.. they didn't leave many options for us to cook. Want me to order a pizza?"

"Um, yeah okay. " Carl agreed, still quite shaken from the encounter. His mind was a fucking mess now. Negan kissed him on the cheek, so that meant he wasn't upset right? Maybe he actually didn't mind the idea- that maybe he only did it to make him feel like everything was okay between them? Or was he just teasing him for it?..

Negan ordered the pizza quickly, and sat down on the couch adjacent to the one Carl was on. Negan was pleased with himself to see how red Carl's face was. He probably broke the poor thing with the kiss on the cheek. He was just sitting there staring off into space.Hell, the poor kid would probably cream his jeans if he gave him a real kiss. He had to admit, the idea of seeing Carl all hot and bothered for him did a lot more than it should have. To know Carl had a thing for him was just one more reason to enjoy coming over. He knew it was probably just all the hormones running through him- all the fun shit that came with being a senior just finally catching up to him. He doubted this little crush would last long, but even so, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to bust the kid's balls about it. Give them something to joke about in the years to come.

Carl was glaring daggers at him now, "so you're just going to pretend you don't know? Like before?" He asked bitterly, with a hint of fear tinging his voice.

He didn't want Negan to think of him differently- or at least not worse. He'd been best friends with Rick for years, which was why he was asked to check up on him while he and Lori went away on a vacation for their anniversary. Him and Carl had gotten pretty close over that time too. The little teases and the compliments he made towards him were innocent to onlookers but they became much more to Carl. The lingering hugs, and the way he'd positively call him 'his baby boy'.... all of those things just added up until the poor kid was hopelessly in love with him.

"On the contrary" Negan smirked.

"In fact I don't think I'm gonna let you live this one down." He said with a beaming smile.

Oh God. Carl's stomach churned. "Negan please don't- "

"Why not? Seeing you get all worked up over Daddy's best friend…even if it's just a little kiss on the cheek..."

Carl's heart throbbed as he listened to the man, his blue eyes focused on the wolfish ones staring back. He cursed himself for ever thinking of Negan as anything more than the dick he was.

"…showing off in those tiny little shorts for me…" he continued. "Like you're just waiting for me to feel you up. Don't pretend I don't know what you've been trying to do, kid. It's no secret to me."

"Stop…" Carl said, suddenly very self conscious. He thought Negan would like them, that in some sick way, he'd actually take pleasure in seeing him wear them. He was so, so wrong. He didn't expect to be made fun of by him either though. He'd seen the way he'd reduced others to tears with his relentless tormenting, but he'd never been on the receiving end before. Negan was the person he went to for everything. He couldn't help but feel hurt that he was belittling his feelings this way.

Embarrassment turned his cheeks a deeper shade of crimson, and all he wanted to do was run away.

" Tell me Carl, you ever think about me sneaking up into your room at night and crawling into bed with you, or you sitting on my lap while I tell you what a good boy you are? Bet you'd just love calling me Daddy, huh ?" The man poked further, laughing at the look of panic and despair that Carl had.

"That's… not funny." He felt like he was stripped naked before him- nothing hiding his most hidden desires and Negan was exploiting them for his own amusement. He used it as ammunition to hurt him with, and took pleasure in doing so, like he did with everyone else. Carl thought he was off limits to that kind of treatment. He thought he was special to Negan... His heart completely shattered.

Carl suddenly got up from the couch, hiding his face behind his long hair and he tried to speak."Why- how could you think what I feel for you is funny?"

"Aww, I'm only playing." Negan reassured teasingly, but he realized a beat too late that maybe he'd misjudged the kid. His grin slowly faded.

As much as he got off on seeing Carl get flustered, he could tell he'd genuinely upset him this time. "Oh shit kid…" he sighed, "Carl I didn't realize…"

He could see moisture glazing over Carl's eyes and he knew he made a big fucking mistake. The sight alone made his heart drop. "Carl… I was only playing! I didn't know you actually cared that much- "

Carl stormed off towards the stairwell, utterly humiliated and broken hearted. "Fuck you, Negan." Carl interrupted quietly, in a voice so unlike his own. He held back his tears of frustration as he disappeared up the steps.

"Carl." Negan called back desperately. "get your ass back here..."

Negan heard the boy's bedroom door slam shut and he couldn't help but groan. Guilt filled his chest. He wasn't sure how the hell to fix this one…

The pizza arrived not long after and Negan cursed at himself when the kid didn't come back down. He was too pissed off at himself to eat. He tossed it into the fridge before deciding he should go.

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"What's going on with you and Carl lately?" Rick asked curiously, making his final shot at Negan's pool table, winning the game. "you guys get in a fight or something?"

Negan sighed at the mention of it. "I was fucking around, like I always do… went too far this time."

Rick's face scrunched in a mixture of concern and confusion, "what do you mean?"

"I told him I knew he had a thing for me and I was teasing him about it. I was just busting his balls but... I hurt him pretty bad. I broke his fucking heart, Rick." He admitted honestly, rubbing his temple to help release the tension he felt in his head.

"Oh." Was all the man said, understanding completely. He recalled the conversation they once had about the way Carl was when it came to Negan. He knew Carl had a huge crush on him, and tried to protect his little secret from Lori as much as he could. God knows what would have happened if she found out he was into him. "I can't say I'm not happy about it. Carl needed to get over his little crush on you."

"I wouldn't call it little. I thought it was just teenage hormones n shit… but fuck...watching him walk away made me feel like shit" Negan said, staring up at the wall on his garage. "I made him cry, Rick... I made my boy cry. I don't want to be the asshole that broke his heart for the first time... "

"You've broken plenty of hearts." He reminded him with a pointed look. Negan was a hardcore player. At least he used to be when they first met. It cracked him up to hear about all the girls had he left behind (and maybe felt a little bad for them too) But with Carl? As bad as he felt for saying it, he knew it needed to happen. " that explains why hes been held up in his room at least."

Dammit. He audibly sighed. He almost wished Rick didn't tell him that he'd locked himself away from the world. Negan's chest ached knowing how badly he'd scorned him.

"Yeah, but Carl's my little badass. I hate the idea of him not wanting to come around me anymore. I said some really insensitive shit..."

"He'll get over it. He's a tough kid."

"Yeah…. I hope so." Negan said just to end the conversation. He couldn't let Rick know how much he was dwelling on it. He wasn't sure what the hell was wrong with him. The thought of Carl getting over him shouldn't bother him as much as it did. He was way too young for him. Not to mention the fact that his dad was his best friend AND the town sheriff. It had fucked up written all over it but he couldn't help but want to apologize and give the poor kid everything he wanted and more. He fucking loved that boy. He never wanted to hurt him.

It had been a few weeks since he saw Carl, and it wasn't for lack of trying. He would text him and get nothing back.

Rick would let him know he was going to Negan's house and asked if he wanted to come, or he'd let him know he'd be over for the evening and that Negan wanted to see him. Nothing.

Negan would even make it a point to show up a bit earlier than normal just to catch a glimpse of the little brat. No luck there. Even Rick was starting to get worried. Lori had given up on trying to get him out of his room days ago. By this time, Negan was fucking desperate to see him. Between the constant dreams involving him and the heartache he had, there was no way in hell he could deny how much he missed his boy. The guilt was fucking killing him.

Enough was enough one morning when Negan decided he was going to see Carl one way or another. It was a Saturday morning, and Negan came over bright and early with the excuse of wanting to go with Rick to a department store.

"Alright where's that boy at? I'm tired of not seeing his angsty ass." He demanded.

Rick shook his head with a chuckle. "He's still in bed. Probably wont be up for another hour or two at least."

"Huh." Negan said,"Looks like Carl's gonna get one hell of a wake up call then." He said matter of factly as he sauntered towards the stairs.

"You're gonna piss him off even worse." Rick warned with a hint of amusement to his voice.

"He can be as pissed off as he wants but he's going with us today." He called back from half way upstairs. Once he got to the second floor, he immediately walked to the bedroom he knew was Carl's and pounded on the door a couple times.

Carl was woken abruptly by the sound of someone banging on his door. He scrambled to sit up just as he heard a familiar voice shout, "Good morning sunshine~"

A pit filled his stomach. "Negan?" He asked incredulously as the door slammed open and revealed the figure on the other side. He walked in uninvited and Carl, lethargic and on edge, shouted, "What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Getting your mopey ass out of bed, that's what." He said, tugging the blankets away from Carl. "You're coming with us today whether you like it or not."

"No. Leave me alone." Carl grabbed the blanket from Negan's hand and flopped back down with it. The stubborn man kept ahold of it, and purposefully ended up on the bed too.

"Get off." Carl demanded, flipping around to avoid looking at the man sitting beside him.

"Not a chance kid." Negan stayed firm. "I haven't seen or heard from you in weeks. You're getting your ass up and spending time with me."

"I don't want to." Carl bit back, "you're a fucking asshole."

Ouch. Okay. So maybe it was a lot worse than he thought. "Carl." Negan began once more, much softer this time, "I admit it. I was an asshole. I got carried away and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, kid."

"What the hell ever. I told you to stop and you just kept going."

"Fucking hell, kid.." the man sighed, placing a hand on Carl's arm. "I thought you just wanted the attention like every other hormonal teen. I wouldn't have said that shit if I knew how serious you were… I felt like shit about it after I saw how bad I hurt you. "

Carl remained quiet, unsure what to say and the annoying burning sensation of tears in his eyes only made him feel worse.

"Baby boy" Negan whined, laying down and curling an arm around him. Carl was still warm and soft from sleep, and Negan couldn't help but want to kiss that bony shoulder that poked out of his oversized shirt. "I mean it. I'm sorry."

"Fine. You're sorry." Carl sighed begrudgingly, "Just stop calling me that…"

"Why?" Negan protested, "I've always called you my baby boy."

"It's different now…" Carl wasn't proud of the fact he'd gotten off to Negan calling him that and now the words became a sore reminder of what he'd been made fun off.

"Oh, is that right? " Negan huffed quietly. The man hummed in thought. Maybe the kid actually did have a bit of a daddy kink after all. He couldn't stop his mischievous grin from forming. No wonder the kid reacted so dramatically when he pulled that card…

"different how?"

"You know what I mean. I'm not going to spell it out for you."

"Oh I see…" Negan grinned widely, "So you like it when I call you that, sweetheart?" The man propped himself up on an elbow while his other hand gently ran across Carl's arm.

If Carl wasn't awake before, he certainly was now. He hadn't heard Negan talk to him in that voice before. "More than I should have." He said honestly, not seeing how there could be any more damage from telling the truth. The low chuckle behind him startled him a bit. It wasn't like the ones from before.

"So you probably have thought about calling me daddy then..." Negan mused. The idea was pretty fucking hot if he was going to be honest.

There was no real bite to his words as he turned to face him. "I thought you said you weren't going to make fun of me for it."

"That's a yes." the man smiled widely.

"For someone trying to apologize for being a dick you're not doing a very good job at it." Carl huffed back quietly.

"I know." The man grinned, happy to at least be able to see his boy's face. "I've missed you kid." He murmured honestly, bringing a hand to rest on one of Carl's red tinted cheeks.

"Me too…" the boy murmured back, shyly.

Silence fell over them both for several moments before Negan made the decision to press a soft kiss to Carl's forehead. "You're still going to be my baby boy, Carl… that's not changing. No matter what okay?" Especially now that he knew how much Carl really felt about it.

The sincerity of Negan's voice caught him off guard. He searched Negan's eyes for any sign indicating that he wasn't serious, but there was none. "Okay."

When Negan focused on those big, glossy doe eyes looking at him so lovingly, it was game over. His heart swelled at the sight and there was no denying how much the kid cared for him… how much he cared for Carl.

This whole thing had wrong written all over it but hell, his body moved before his brain did, and somehow his lips were now firmly planted on Carl's.

Carl's mind went blank, besides the galaxies bursting behind his eyes at the realization of what was happening. His mouth instinctively kissed back, slowly and softly, as though savoring each sensation he felt. His whole body caught fire, and Negan felt the boy shiver from head to toe.

Fuck, he didn't think kissing could feel like this again. He felt like a fucking teenager with his heart pounding so hard and out of breath. It was like Carl's mouth was made for his, and his alone. His mouth moved languidly with Carl's as he felt slender arms curl around his neck. By the time they pulled away for a gasp of air, they were both red faced and panting with want.

Carl caught his breath, with his mouth agape. He knew Negan just crossed a huge line for him, and he could hardly process what that meant exactly. Not twenty minutes ago he hated the idea of coming face to face with him, and now they were laying in his bed panting. "N-negan. You?…"

"Yeah." Negan whispered in confirmation, as he sat up. He looked at Carl with a serious expression, "but this shit stays between us okay? Get your ass out of bed and get some clothes on. You're coming with us."

"O-okay."

#cegan #carl x negan #carl grimes #negan #cegan drabble #cegan fluff #may turn this into a fanfic but idk?

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candle-jill · 4 years

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Applied Calisthenics - Ch 4

Chapter 4 now up!

Summary: Carl made it through his senior year of high school but just as he began to feel confident in his relationship with Negan a new threat emerged.

AU - Now With Zombies!

#cegan #carl/negan #ApCal #my fanfic #me

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yescegan · 5 years

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Assassin AU:

“Killer Beginnings”

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“You’d better not fuck this up, asshole.”

The man’s lips parted in amusement at the order, shaking his head slightly. His darkened eyes scanned the length of the room, skimming the crowd of wealthy, well-dressed, dirty (in every possible way) politicians and their wives chatting professionally.

The sounds of drinks clanking together, bottles popping, and fake laughs filled the room, mixing in with the best of the live band playing classical music.

The man causally leaned against the bar, letting out a small breath. He shook his head as he lifted his arm to press gently against the small device in his ear, lips moving ever so slightly against the rim of the glass he drank from.

“Ah, come on now,” the man chuckled, voice low enough so no one could hear except the person on the other end. “I’m hurt, really. Have a little faith in me, hm?”

An audible scoff was heard through the set, the sound of scarcasm dripping off each word.

“I lost faith in you years ago, Negan. Now cut the shit, get your ass out there and finish the fucking job.”

The click of the intercom was the last the man, Negan, heard before the line went silent. He didn’t pay it any mind, his eyes back on scanning the crowd, looking for his target.

Negan hated events like these. Watching the world’s wealthiest all come together in one room, chatting about insignificant problems about their million dollar yachts or homes.

When he was spoken to, he would half heartedly listen to conversations that were - quite simply - pointless. It came to a point where he was tired of hearing about powerful men’s skepticisms about someone screwing their wives behind their backs.

..but then again, who was he to turn down requests by such lovely ladies?

“Well... you look as handsome as ever tonight, Negan.”

The older man turned his head towards the sound of the smooth voice, lust dripping off of every word. He glanced down with a lazy smile, allowing the smaller hands to rest on his broad chest.

“Thanks, doll,” Negan winked, before adverting his eyes back on the crowd. The man casually watched as people went in and out of the East and West Wing doors, quickly scanning their faces before moving onto the next.

“Say,” the woman purred, her hands moving down against the man’s chest. She flipped her long wavy hair over her shoulder, her eyes darkened with lust. Her pink tongue flicked across her reddened lips, a small smile forming.

“Why don’t you,” She played with the slit of Negan’s suit jacket, smoothing it out before running her long fingers down the fabric.

“Come with me upstairs. This party is dead anyways.” She smiled seductively, before leaning on her tippy toes, lips grazing the shell of his ear. Her words were warm against his skin, promising and inviting. She pressed her curvy body against his, pressing out her large chest.

“You know I can make it worth your while.”

A beat of a moment passed before Negan let out a little huff of a chuckle. But he couldn’t help himself. He found himself playing along — just for a second.

He glanced down at the woman, eyebrow raised. He cocked his head to the side slightly. “Worth my while, huh?”

The woman nodded, biting her bottom lip as she pressed impossibility closer to the man. She leaned forward began to press kisses against his neck, her hands running across his body.

“Anything you want to do to me,” the woman breathed, her own arousal beginning to throb at the thought of Negan completely taking her. Just looking at the god of a man made her hot and bothered— she wanted him.

Negan’s attention towards his job began to dwindle, the thought of a small little ‘quickie’ racing through his mind. He’d been under a bit of stress lately.. maybe one little session wouldn’t hurt. Ten minutes. Max.

His hands began to snake across the woman’s torso, bringing her hips to press against his. When he heard the small moan leaving her mouth, his focus shifted once again.

“Anything?”

“Anything..”

“Negan! Where is the-- goddamn it, he’s upstairs! Go! He’s upstairs!”

In an instant, Negan pushed off against the counter and was on the move, his body immediately snapping into professional mode. He left the woman without a second thought, left with a drink in her hand, baffled, turned on and sexually frustrated.

As he made his way through the crowd, his eyes darted to the left and to the right, scanning the large group of people for any potential threats coming to stop him.

It wasn’t uncommon to catch hired goons or henchmen following closely after high-profiled targets. Usually there were a collection of fifteen or twenty scattered throughout the area— but he couldn’t spot any. This immediately rose red flags in his mind.. this was unusual.

Regardless, Negan swiftly made his way to the grand staircase, taking two steps at a time with ease. He moved as if he were going over water- very quick, but not fast to catch too much unwanted attention.

The man soon found himself on the third floor, entering a long and prestige hallway. The walls were white, crystals hanging from the ceiling as the lamps.

“Room 385. Approximately ten men, three women. All believed to be armed. Shoot to kill.”

Negan proceeded with caution, crouched slightly, dual guns drawn and aimed straight forwards. His dark eyes were trained on the door at the end of the hall, room 385, the only room that was cracked open.

The man paused at the outside of the door, pressing his back against the cool of the doorframe while slowing his breathing. He trained his ears to listen into the inside, searching for any audible sounds of potential threats.

Negan frowned.

There were no sounds.

He reached his arm out and slightly pushed the door more open, careful not to create even the slightest creak. Once the door was open, he took a step inside, narrowing his eyes to adjust to the dark room.

“What the fuck?” Negan breathed, confused as hell and only increasingly annoyed at the situation.

Well, so much for getting paid for the job tonight.

Inside the room laid multiple dead bodies laying across the floors and the beds. Blood was spilled on the carpets and walls, staining the milky white colors.

Some bodies lay flat on the ground, some semi naked, some fully naked, and others dressed in bathrobes. Upon closer inspection, each had a small, clean bullet wound in the center of their heart and brain, effectively killing them immediately.

Negan cursed to himself, running a frustrated hand over his face as he caught sight of the last body laying face up and bloody on the king-sized bed. Laying there with a bullet through his head, heart, and genitals, was the target he was supposed to extract tonight.

Who did this?

Who got here before him?

How did they get here before him?

“Son of a-“ before Negan had the chance to finish, a flash of a foot came out of nowhere, effectively silencing his curse and knocking him backwards.

The roundhouse kick caught Negan off guard, making him stumble backwards multiple steps. He heard ringing in his ears and saw stars, trying to blink away the surprise attack.

Had this been any other person, they more than likely would have been knocked out cold. But Negan was a well-paid (it could be better), extremely fit (in a sense), professional fucking assassin. He could take a hit.

Apparently his recovery took his assailant off guard, making them take a few steps backwards. From the outline of the body, Negan could see they were in a fighting stance. Whoever it was, they made sure to keep the lights off, working in the shadows to keep their identity shielded.

“Well, hello to you too,” Negan huffed, standing up tall, bringing his hand up to wipe the blood pouring from his lip. Negan glanced briefly to his (recently deceased) target as he watched as his opponent remain unresponsive, ready to pounce.

Negan rose his eyebrow, glancing around the room. He gestured to the rest of the bodies, each dead with sleek precision.

“You kill everyone in here?”

When Negan was met once again with silence, he shook his head and let out low chuckle. He ran his tongue over his teeth, shaking his head. He put his guns into their respective holsters, rolling up his sleeves.

“You know I can’t let you leave this room right?”

Negan kept his eye on the shadowed figure, taking note how they continued to remain still even after a few moments of uncertainty. Negan could tell this person had some extensive levels of training— not just anyone could take out ten of the most dangerous crime members in all of the city.

“Although, I must say,” Negan leaned backwards slightly, voice threaded with amusement and surprise.

“I’m sur-fucking-prised with how you killed these assholes. I mean, I thought I was fucked up, but this is some fucked up serial killer level shit-“

“You talk too much.”

The sound of the killer’s voice caught Negan off guard once again, making him pause momentarily. The voice wasn’t what he was expecting- it was deep and professional, yet somehow youthful at the same time. Interesting.

Nonetheless, the response made Negan smile, raising his hands in the air. He knew their little conversation wasn’t going to last long, but he enjoyed the few seconds before he had to kill the perky little shit.

“And he speaks! What.. a fucking miracle.”

There was a beat of silence.

In the blink of an eye, the two were exchanging fists, elbows and kicks at a lightening fast pace. It was darkened in the room, so neither one could see very well at all. Although the room was large, they both moved carefully to avoid stepping on dead bodies, shattered lamps, or anything else in the way.

Negan let out a pained curse when he missed a certain blow towards his face, the area stinging where his fist connected. He recovered just enough to catch the incoming foot towards his chest, using both hands to grab on to the long leg.

Seeing his chance, Negan yanked the leg forwards, causing the attacker to lose balance, letting out a brief yelp before hitting the ground with a hard thump.

With steely precision, the man didn’t hesitate to move the fight out of defense mode and into offense mode. Years of training taught him to finish the fight before the opponent had the chance to recover from their falter.

In one swift motion, Negan had whipped his silencer out of his right holster on the underside of his suit, aiming it straight down at the person underneath him. His large hand was still tightly wrapped around the underside of the person’s calf, holding them still.

“Who the fuck are you, and who do you fucking work for?” Negan demandingly huffed.

When the older man was again met with resistant silence, he could feel his aggravation and annoyance began to grow. Letting out a low growl, he rose his pistol and aimed it at the wall, shooting the light switch with immaculate precision.

“I’m only going to ask you one more fucking time-“

Negan’s voice was caught in his throat as he caught a proper view of the person beneath him. For a moment, he forgot what he was saying, lost in the unexpected appearance.

The person, the boy, underneath Negan couldn’t have been older than eighteen or nineteen. He had long wavy brown hair that shaped his face, spilling out on the white carpet. His skin looked to be as smooth silk, the curve of his cheek bones contributing to his feminine, yet masculine appearance.

The boy’s lips were drawn in a defiant thin line, but Negan could tell they had traces of darkened velvet lipstick. Above his lips was a small nose that curved at the tip and just above that-

Negan seemed to find himself entranced, lost in the depths of two ocean blue orbs. Hell, call Negan whatever you want, but in that moment he swore those were the most beautiful eyes he’d ever saw in his life.

And they were currently giving him a cold, deathly glare.

When Negan finally recovered, he noticed the rest of the outfit was just as interesting as the boy himself.

Save for the unzipped black jacket the kid wore, underneath was the most sinful, dangerous (he was going to hell, for fucking sure) looking lingerie he’d ever seen.

The boy’s long legs were wrapped up oh-so delightfully in soft fishnet stockings, leading up to thick pump heels that sat at the base of his feet.

Negan glanced at the leg in his hand, horribly lost in the pattern of the stockings, trying to formulate some type of words.

In any other situation, Negan would have straight up cut the small talk and shot the attacker as soon as he caught the upper hand. But this — the boy — was different.

“You...fought me in heels?” Negan blinked, surprised and (if he was being honest) a little turned on.

“...-ead me? There are fifteen of Taylor’s men coming to Room 385 right now. Finish the job and get the fuck out of there!”

Before the Negan had the chance to say anything else, the boy underneath him brought up his right knee, burying it in the middle of his crotch.

Having been caught off guard, the wind was knocked out of Negan’s chest and he instantly saw stars. He let out a huff of air, releasing the boy’s leg and falling to his knees with a pained groan.

The kid took his chance and scrambled upwards, cursing slightly when his ankle stumbled on the right heel of his shoe. He quickly untied the shoes, throwing them to the side.

In an instant he stood over Negan, gaze trained coldly on him, his own silencer drawn. His icey eyes were unwavering, watching as Negan painfully fought against the waves of nausea caused from the assault on his private parts.

Moments passed of silence, Negan waiting to hear the sound of the gun shot. Within his line of work, he’d prepared for death at any moment, so this didn’t scare him at all. If anything, he was expecting it.

...He’d just wished he’d gotten the kids name before he killed him.

“If I ever see your face again,” the boy spoke, voice as cold as the icey blue in his eyes. He spoke as if his words were daggers, laced with unwavering threat.

“I won’t hesitate to put a bullet through your goddamned skull.”

And just like that, the kid was gone.

He had disappeared through the hotel window, the long curtains seeming to float as the wind flew through the air. The only ones left in the room were Negan and the bodies.

He’d... left him alive?

“Negan. They’ll be there in less than a minute.”

Who was that kid?

“Thirty seconds.”

How could he find him again?

“Get ready. They’re outside the door.”

Negan spun, lifting up his dual pistols and aiming it at the first man who came through the hotel door.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, killing the first of many of (what was sure to be) a long night.

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Future Serial Killer [ongoing]

Chapter 42

Blackout curtains in the spare room they occupied for the night kept Carl and Negan from waking up too early in the day, the couple only getting disturbed when Negan finally stirred in his own time and opened his eyes to look at the younger man lying in bed beside him. Without the fire they usually had to keep them warm, the two relied on the central heating of Hilltop to keep them from freezing to death, but Negan didn’t like the lack of burning wood smell that reminded him of waking up next to Carl every day.

Gazing at the teen, the fire was the only thing missing to make the morning perfect.

‘You should take a picture, it’ll last longer.’ The mutter from his husband came out in a gritty but soft tone of voice, his one eye opening only slightly to avoid being blinded by any invading light from outside.

When he realised there was no danger of that happening, his blue eye opened all the way to stare back at Negan, causing the man to grin a big stupid grin at him.

‘I don’t need to take a picture because you’re mine already.’

Carl snorted at that.

‘Age is turning you into a teddy bear, old- Negan!’ He yelped in surprise when he felt the older man’s hand under the covers and his fingers easing their way inside him slowly.

The other simply grinned wider at him, sliding the digits further in and pressing the pads of his fingers right against where he knew his partner was most sensitive. It was a movement that made Carl jolt and try to wriggle away from him.

‘We have to get up before Jasmine needs us, Neeg,’ He tried to argue but was cut off by another assault on his pleasure centre, forcing a moan from him and encouraging Negan to shuffle closer in bed and kiss his shoulder blade while he worked him with his fingers, ‘Negan, come on!’

The elder of the two shook his head in response, though, pressing his lip to the cartilage of his ear and making the movements of his hand a little rougher.

‘She’s with Maggie and the others downstairs, she’s fine. So, we’re alone… in bed…’ He began to accentuate his statement with kisses down Carl’s neck with every few words, hovering over his back now, ‘no distractions… and I haven’t… been inside you… for far too long.’ He muttered lastly right into his ear like a vibration, licking the hard muscle there and causing his lover to jolt in pleasure once more with another rub against his sensitive insides.

Carl rolled his eye despite his moaning, gripping onto Negan’s hair to get him to slow down and burying his head in his pillow.

‘I hate it when you’re right.’ He grumbled, gasping when the man hit the right spot again before shoving at his shoulder weakly.

‘Sit against the fucking headboard, I don’t want fucked like a dog.’ He huffed, shivering and letting out a whimper when Negan nodded and took away his fingers so he could sit up.

The teen grumbled again when he had to move, trying to sit up and keep the duvet around him at the same time as he straddled the Saviour’s thighs, almost faltering and falling off the bed until rough hands caught him, sliding around his waist. A deep chuckle accompanied them while he settled on Negan’s lap comfortably, resting his hands on the man’s shoulders and glaring into the brown eyes that were watching him with a fond expression.

‘I’m trying to keep myself wrapped up ‘cause it isn’t as warm here as it is at home, stop laughing.’

‘Sorry, it was just a funny sight to watch you almost fall off the bed.’

Carl narrowed his eye at that, hitting his chest.

‘Keep laughing and you can forget getting your dick warm today, asshole.’

‘Okay, okay, I’m sorry,’ Negan laughed in reply, sliding his arms tighter around the boy and kissing him softly, feeling his smaller member rutting against his stomach despite his complaints, ‘come here, killer.’ He purred, coating himself in the oil bottle he’d left on the bedside table and pushing into the younger slowly.

Fingers dug into the meat of his shoulders as he filled in the tight warmth surrounding him, short breathy gasps reaching his ears while he moved inside the blue-eyed beauty straddling him.

‘Fuck, Negan…’ The words were accompanied by a sharp tug to his hair and the feeling of Carl’s thighs trembling against his, his ass clamping around the intrusion.

The older Saviour simply chuckled and gripped his hips tighter, thrusting into his tight body fast enough to make the teen fall against his shoulder, moaning into his neck.

‘Shit, shit, shit,’ He whined into his ear, arms wrapping around his neck and trying to gain stability as he was ravaged.

Negan didn’t let up on his pace, gripping onto the plump flesh of his hips until Carl was a moaning wreck, only able to focus on the feeling of his insides being turned to mush. He pressed his lips to the man’s neck in attempt to keep his moans from being too loud, but that didn’t prevent the whole house from hearing them.

∞

Downstairs was a whole different situation.

In the kitchen, Maggie was already up and making breakfast for everyone, heating up formula for Jasmine while the toddler sat in her highchair and spoke in nonsense language to her stuffed fox. She had been up since 5am and actively seeking Maggie’s attention, reaching for her anytime she let her go and babbling softly in reply to anything she said.

‘At least you’re getting closer to words, huh, Dandelion? But you know, I don’t think your daddies would even care if you couldn’t speak. They just love you to pieces.’ The older woman smiled, leaning her elbows on the kitchen counter as she leaned forward to the little girl.

Jasmine just babbled happily again, looking up at her with a smile full of little teeth. Maggie sighed, pinching her cheek gently.

‘Alright, darling, breakfast time.’ She hummed, taking the bottle of formula from the bowl of warm water she’d set up earlier and drying it off.

Testing the heat on her forearm briefly, she then handed the bottle off to Jasmine who took it without any fuss, able to hold it herself. Her guardian smiled at the sight of her drinking and slid a small bowl of porridge onto her highchair table before glancing over at the couch.

She’d come downstairs that morning to find Daryl sleeping there with Liùsaidh resting with her head on his chest, both lost to the world. It was unexpected after the fights they had had but Maggie thought it was quite sweet, leaving them to sleep off the hours they had stayed up late talking to each other. The two notepads on the coffee table with lines and lines of conversation in them were evidence enough of that.

Sorcha, on the other hand, had settled herself at the foot of Jasmine’s highchair once she was sat there and she’d lay there ever since, snarling faintly still every time Maggie got too close but the woman was sure the dog was softening to her.

Now the living room was quiet, complete silence filling the house while she picked up the plastic spoon in Jasmine’s porridge and blew on the mouthful for her.

‘Here comes the choo choo train, chuga-chuga, chuga-chuga…’ She laughed softly when Jasmine giggled at her actions and ate the food without a fuss, blowing on another spoonful for her as a groan came from Daryl on the couch.

‘Don’t wake your girlfriend up, she looks tired.’ She said it so casually she wasn’t sure he’d heard before a grumble reached her ears and both of them were awake when she looked over.

Daryl had jolted upon hearing Maggie’s comment so suddenly that it had caused Liùsaidh to wake up too, her hand resting on the archer’s chest as they stared at each other with wide eyes. It was a scene hard not to laugh at for the third wheel in the situation and she had to cover her mouth to keep Daryl from seeing her smirk.

The room was quiet again for a moment before their newest member was on her feet and brushing her hands through her black hair to neaten it. In that moment Liùsaidh looked like the feral, frightened girl Carl and Negan had found on the side of road again, her eyes downcast while Daryl sat up slowly, treating her like he would a spooked animal when he saw her body language.

‘Liù...’

‘I made breakfast if you want some, might help.’ Maggie spoke up from the side-lines, trying to diffuse the situation and regretting it immediately when Liùsaidh bolted from the house, leaving Daryl to sigh and rub his hands over his face, gazing at the notepads on the table and picking one up.

He flicked through the pages of conversation, hours’ worth of back-and-forth admissions and mistakes and everything in between. After all that, she shouldn’t have run so quickly but he had expected it still.

‘I’ll heat it up for you later. Go and find her.’ Maggie told him softly, covering the plates with foil for now while Daryl stood up, shrugging his vest on, and tying his boots.

‘She’ll be in the woods, betting.’ He huffed, leaving the house, and finding the young woman already climbing the Hilltop fence like a bear.

She was halfway up when he jogged over.

‘You fall and it will hurt!’ He called out, getting her attention as hazel eyes turned to focus on him.

Daryl sighed when she didn’t speak, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand while he looked up at her.

‘If you come down, we can talk. Or you slip and die, crazy lady’s choice.’

Liùsaidh looked affronted by his choice of words, having more understanding and more memory of the English language after spending all night talking to him. Daryl watched as she turned her nose away from him stubbornly before starting to climb down, only just moving fast enough to catch her when her footing faltered and she fell to the ground from fifteen feet up.

The younger landed in his arms with a thud, her eyes screwed tight as if she believed he would have let her hit the ground. It took her a moment to realise she’d been saved and then she turned stubborn again, dropping out of his arms the rest of the way and hitting the dirt, standing up quickly.

Daryl put his hands up in surrender without saying anything, wondering what she would do next, but Liùsaidh only stared at him, her face flushed from the shock of falling. She didn’t say anything as they stared back at each other, eventually looking away and moving to tie her hair back into a ponytail while he watched.

The archer frowned again, his face melding into its usual position as he looked around at their surroundings for signs of people. When he found no one else was around, the older man gulped, feeling like a shy teenager again looking back to Liùsaidh. She still looked embarrassed, running her fingers through her hair like she’d done all night while they talked.

He made sure to look around once more just in case before stepping closer to the young woman. He didn’t know when he started wanting to kiss her, he hadn’t wanted to kiss anyone in all the years that they’d been stuck in living hell. The man was used to being surrounded by people having sex and relationships, and he didn’t get it – not until the psychotic woman who pounced on him and held a knife to his throat the first time they met.

Liùsaidh seemed to freeze when Daryl stepped closer, trapped like a deer in the headlights as she looked up at him.

‘Da-’ He cut her off without thinking about it anymore, kissing the ravenette and holding his breath in anticipation for his throat to be slit.

He hadn’t expected her to start kissing back.

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