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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV), The_Walking_Dead_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Negan
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Negan_(Walking_Dead)
  Additional Tags:
      Christmas_Fluff, Cuddling_&_Snuggling, Napping, Christmas_Movies, Gift
      Giving, Kissing, Boys_Kissing, Neck_Kissing, Sleepy_Cuddles, Sleepy_Sex,
      Sleepy_Kisses, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Sweet_Negan_(Walking_Dead),
      Gentle_Negan_(Walking_Dead), Fluff_and_Smut, Tooth-Rotting_Fluff, Love
      Confessions
  Series:
      Part 4 of Love_and_Violence
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-01 Words: 3316
****** Do I Make You Feel Like Christmas Time? ******
by Violette_Pleasures
Summary
     Negan wants to spoil Carl a little for their first post-apocalyptic
     Christmas together, presents, cocoa, and clay-mation Rudolph movies,
     the whole shebang.
     or
     Just a lot of Cegan fluff and cuddles and a quiet confession from
     Carl that Negan has been waiting months for.
Notes
     Hey everyone nvn Sorry this is a little late, but I've been on vaca
     with my family and so my writing and editing schedule was a little
     off. I really wanted to write something that was just stupid fluffy
     but also maybe felt kind of natural for them in this verse? I'm not
     sure if I succeeded, but I'm happy with it nvn also, again, the
     underage tag is more for a just to be safe measure as Carl can easily
     be interpreted at any age nvn
     Please let me know what you guys think!
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
 
 
 
“What the hell are you doing standing out here in the freezing fuckin' cold?”
 
Carl jumped visibly and peered over the edge of the watch platform near the
gates of Alexandria. Snow was falling in big, clumps, piling fast. Its fluffier
than cotton candy and just as sparkling in the moonlight shining through the
heavy storm grey clouds. Carl is sitting on the platform in a Carhartt coat at
least three sizes too big for him with a scarf wrapped around his head and
neck, cowboy hat sat atop that.
 
“I'm keeping watch for jerk offs!” The teen calls down with a straight face.
“Oh hey, look there's one.” His fingers take the shape of a gun and he points
to Negan, a smile breaking out on his face.
 
“Get down here, you lil shit.” Negan chuckles and waves for Carl to join him on
the ground. He slowly makes his way down the ladder and walks stiffly over to
the older man. His button nose is bright red and his lips have a decidedly blue
hue. When Negan takes Carl's hands into his own, he can't believe how cold they
are. “Shit kid, you're damn near frost bit!”
 
“Well, it is winter.” Carl's teeth chatter around his words as a shiver wracks
a path down his slight frame. “W-what're you doing h-here anyways?”
 
“I came to pick you up, angel cakes. I have something I need to show you.”
Negan grins and bends to kiss the teen's trembling lips; they taste like ice
and feel like the softest snow drifts. They normally wouldn't be so public
about it, but it was the middle of the night and Carl was the only one on watch
on this part of the wall.
 
“The n-next person doesn't come to relieve me for an-another half hour. C-can
you wait that long?” The shivers are starting to look almost painful.
 
“Can you? You look like a damn popsicle.” He grins, dimples on full display.
 
“B-bite me.” Carl glares, but there's no heat to it.
 
“Only if you ask nicely.” He singsongs in return.
 
The teen rolls his eye, but can't hide the grin threatening to form. “Since
you're sooo desperateto see me, I'll see if someone can come early.”
 
“You know you've missed me just as much as I've missed you, honey buns.”
Negan's tongue pokes out between his teeth with his salacious grin as he
blatantly checks Carl's backside out when he turns to go find a replacement.
Carl just shoots him a bird making him chuckle.
 
><><><
 
“Where are we going?” Carl looked all around as they walked down one of unused
corridors of the Sanctuary. The further they went, the fewer people were
around, which is perfect for what Negan had in mind. “You better not be taking
me off to some hole in the wall to kill me.”
 
“Nah, if I wanted to kill you, I'd have done it already.” Negan winked and
moved ahead to open up a door to the left of them. He's surprised when a sudden
nervousness settles itself in his stomach. “Now listen, you can't be an asshole
about this...at least for the next twenty-four hours. I tried.”
 
“Hey! I'm not—yeah okay, I won't be if you won't.” Carl smiled up at him,
little boy sugar, charming devil spice.
 
With a deep breath, Negan pushed the door open to reveal a small room decorated
in Christmas lights with heavy, fluffed blankets and pillows piled up on the
floor. There's even a small Christmas tree in one corner, lit and covered in
ornaments. Its dark and cozy like a cave, somewhere they can hibernate if only
for a moment, while the snow continues to fall outside.
 
Carl is speechless as he walks in, carefully toeing out of his snow sodden
boots and socks. He looks around in wonder for a moment before words can begin
to form. “Its Christmas?”
 
“Within a day or so there of.” Negan smiled softly, following his boy around,
watching the joy and wonder playing across his face. Carl looks like poetry in
the soft golden light, something fleeting and ephemeral.
 
“This is for me?” Carl turns and looks up at him in sheer disbelief. For a
moment, all those walls he usually erects around himself give way and Negan can
see the child hidden away deep inside him, the one that missed too many damn
Christmases and the wonder that comes with them.
 
“Of course.” He smiles softly and cups the boy's cheek, running a thumb over
the reddened apple. “I love you and wanted to make you happy.”
 
Carl starts at those words and takes a step back but for once, doesn't have a
snarky response lined up for Negan's words of affection. Its curious and Negan
wants more than anything to pull him back close and say it again, just to see
what he would do.
 
“Thank you.” Carl mumbled, looking down at his bare feet.
 
“Oh, and one more thing.” Negan walks over to the small table situated at the
back of the room and retrieves the thermos and bag from on top of it. He hands
the bag to Carl while he unscrews the cap and pours some of the steaming liquid
into the cup.
 
“Pajamas?” A wry grin eases onto Carl's face as he pulls out a pair of clean,
albeit worn, pair of green plaid pajamas. He rubbed the material between his
fingers, looking up at Negan and biting his lip. “Does somebody want me all
cute and cuddly for our Christmas date?”
 
“More than anything.” Negan answers with a wry grin of his own and hands the
cup over.
 
Carl sniffs and takes a sip, his eye going wide. “Holy shit! Is this cocoa?!
Where did you even get it?” He takes a bigger drink and winces, sticking his
burnt tongue out.
 
Negan bends and kisses it before the boy can react, earning him a blush and a
little scowl. He laughs as he answered. “Came across it when we cleared a
school a month ago. The tin was still sealed, so I figured it was probably
fine.”
 
“Probably?” Carl teased, fixing Negan with a look of mock suspicion.
 
“Come on, get changed and lets watch the damn movie.” He groused as he ruffled
the boy's hair and produced his own pair of Santa print pajama pants that made
Carl laugh.
 
“Movie?”
 
///
 
About half way through the Rudolph claymation playing out on the jimmy-rigged
projector, Negan felt Carl begin to slump against him. He just smiled and
reclined further back into the blanket pile they were resting in, pulling the
furs up higher, letting the teen catch a much needed nap. No matter how many
times he had seen it, the sleeping boy never ceased to be charming, lips pouted
and cheeks tinted the sweet pink of sleep-warmth.
 
Negan bent and kissed Carl, his lips pursing in response. He grinned and kept
gently pecking his lips until Carl mumbled a small grumbly sound of protest.
Negan wrapped an arm around him and pulled his limp body closer, head lolling
back, showing off his pale throat. The older man moved his kisses lower,
grazing his lips along Carl's jaw and down his neck, slowly unbuttoning his
pajama top as he went.
 
“Hmm? Wha?” Carl's eye opened slowly, sleep heavy and adorably endearing. He
rubbed at his eye with a balled up fist.
 
“Shh, its just me...” Negan kept kissing Carl's neck and thumbed a cute pink
nipple.
 
“...feels good, daddy...” His little sleepy voice is almost too much for Negan
to handle.
 
“Just let daddy take care of you, angel.” He moved his mouth down Carl's chest,
lathing his tongue over one of his nipples, eliciting a quiet whimper. Negan
sucked the hardened bud making Carl arch his back and push his chest into his
touch. He slipped a warm hand inside the teen's plaid sleep pants, between his
plump thighs, fondling his soft sex to full hardness. He hummed low in
approval, nosing into the curls at Carl's ear.
 
“Negan...” Carl began to weakly pull himself upright, small fingers grasping at
Negan's white shirt. “...kiss...”
 
“C'mere, baby.” Negan tipped Carl's head back and dipped his tongue into the
boy's mouth, tasting warm milk and the subtle sweet of cocoa. Carl clung to
him, keeping him close and he loved every minute of it.
 
He moved Carl around until he had him laid out on the blankets, eider down soft
hair spilling in waves across the grey fur. For a moment, he thought the boy
had fallen back asleep, he laid so still, eye shut again. Negan crawled over
him, pressing their hips and mouths together, rutting down into Carl, who
responded almost immediately, sluggishly meeting his movements, while he licked
into the boy's mouth. Their sleep pants were so thin, they might as well have
not existed, Negan could feel every dip and sloping curve of the slender pelvis
he ground down into.
 
“God you are so beautiful.” Negan husked when they rubbed together just right.
 
“Stop it...” Carl wrapped his arms around the older man's neck and shoulders,
burying his face in the crook of his neck.
 
“No, I won't...I like complimenting you, baby boy.” He grinned when the boy
flushed and whined in protest. Negan pushed both their bottoms down, fingers
immediately seeking out Carl's entrance. He pushed a dry fingertip in making
Carl's breathing studder.
 
“D-daddy...” He clutched Negan tighter, whimpering as he pushed a little more
in. His muscles fluttered, wanting Negan in and resisting the dry digit at
once.
 
Negan lifted his head and kissed away the tear at the corner of his boy's eye.
As much as he didn't want to hurt Carl, he also kind of enjoyed it. That heady
mix of pain and pleasure, pushing Carl to his limits, testing the teen's pain
threshold, never failed to make heat pool low in Negan's stomach. He pulled a
small bottle of lube from where he'd stashed it beneath one of the pillows
earlier, working the slick around the boy's sensitive hole.
 
He moved up, aligning him self with Carl and pressed inside. The teen moaned
loudly at his small body opening to allow the large girth settling inside him.
Negan groaned low and appreciative at the snug heat encompassing him. The boy
still refused to open his eye, stubborn, even as Negan turned the sedate pace
he'd set into a more demanding one, jostling Carl across the blankets with the
force of his thrusts.
 
“Hey...c'mon, darlin'...lemme see that baby blue.” Negan coaxed in dulcet,
thumb gently caressing his cheek. A small smile played at the boy's lips as he
slowly opened his eye, still a little hazy with sleep, Christmas lights
twinkling like stars in the icy blue. “There's my boy.”
 
Rather than answer, Carl began pushing back, meeting Negan's thrusts and then
some, moaning breathy and wanton when he was full, whining and keening softly
when he was empty. And Negan just gave him whatever he wanted, pushed in
harder, held Carl's hips tighter, knowing proof of his ownership over the boy
would be evident in the purple and blue stains his fingers would leave behind.
 
Negan watched Carl's face while he fucked him soundly, saw each time his brow
scrunched in pleasure, saw his mouth fall slack only for his lips to wrap
around the most perfect 'o' shape he had ever seen, saw him break eye contact
to look around at the lights occasionally while their bodies moved together.
Carl blinked, eyelashes fluttering almost, in the soft, yellow light and
swallowed thick. The teen's eye slipped shut again as he tugged Negan down
closer to hug him. Things slowed down then, growing a little quiet as Negan
just held him closer, basking in the feelings of need and want flowing from his
young lover.
 
A hitching of Carl's hips and a quiet sniffle coming from the teen had Negan
pulling the brake. He drew back, untwining Carl's lanky limbs from the vicious
hug he'd been holding his shoulders in. His nose and eyes were suffused with
red, lower lip caught between his teeth, eye shining with a well of tears. He
tried to bring an arm up to his face to cover himself, but Negan caught it and
brought it down.
 
“Carl...” Negan thumbed away a cool tear, ice melting in the sun. His brows
furrowed as he looked over the small boy trembling beneath him. “Baby boy,
what's wrong?”
 
Carl shook his head and tried to wrap Negan in another hug, burying his face in
the older man's neck. His lips clicked as they opened, stuck with saliva, voice
watery and wavering. “Its so stupid...” He huffed a self deprecating sort of
laugh hot against Negan's neck.
 
“No, its not. What is it, angel boy?” Negan returned the hug fiercely, rubbing
up and down Carl's sides. Carl never let Negan see him cry. He could count on
one hand the number of times Carl had genuinely cried in front of him and most
of them were his fault. Negan wanted to relish it, wanted to love how his
skinny arms held onto him like his life depended on it, wanted to just look at
Carl and drink him in, but he couldn't; this wasn't how his baby boy acted.
 
“Its just--just now and--” Carl turned slightly, angling his face so his lips
moved against Negan's stubble as he spoke. “...I fuckin' love you. I love you
and its stupid. I hate it.”
 
Negan couldn't help chuckling lightly at Carl's confession. Of all the things
he'd been expecting Carl to say, that wasn't it in the slightest. He'd never
thought Carl would ever return his sentiment, had resigned himself to loving
everything about this boy even if he only really liked part of him. “Are you
just saying this because its Christmas and you didn't get me a gift?”
 
“Negan, you can't be an asshole for like the next twenty hours, remember?” Carl
sniffled, wincing a little as Negan eased himself out.
 
“Yeah...” He had the decency to look the slightest bit sheepish even as he
breathed another quiet laugh. “...yeah, shit, you know I love you, not even a
question.”
 
“God, we're so gross.” Carl took a shuddering breath and laughed quietly,
breath ghosting across his older lover's tanned skin.
 
Negan lifted him easily and pulled Carl's shirt off, laying him back on the
blankets once he was completely nude. Carl looked up at him and he could see
it, didn't know how he hadn't seen it before, because his eye was glowing with
the warmth of adoration. He stripped himself and draped his body over Carl's,
caging him in, limbs acting as a barricade between them and the rest of the
snow laden world. He needed to feel skin against skin. He bent and kissed the
boy sweet and slow, cliché as it was, they were in no rush and had all the time
in the world to explore each other and make maps with their fingertips across
the expanses of their skin.
 
He searched the teen's face for a moment before he spoke. “I love you.” Negan
kissed Carl's cheek.
 
“Don't...”
 
“I love you.” Negan kissed the tip of his nose.
 
“Stop...” He whined, voice dangerously close to cracking.
 
Deft fingers slowly unwound the dingy, off white bandages wrapped around Carl's
face. Carl lay frozen beneath him, eye wide and watching every movement. Negan
could feel his heart rabbiting against his chest with each rapid intake of
breath. Carl was trembling, tears flowing freely by the time the bandage was
removed and tossed aside.
 
“Don't...” He pushed weakly at Negan's chest, trying to stop the inevitable.
 
“I love you.” Negan pressed a kiss to the scarred edge of the chink in his baby
boy's armor and felt him give way, shattering beneath him. He wrapped his arms
tight about Carl holding him like the precious, fragile thing he was.
 
“Fuck you, Negan.” Carl sobbed hard, eye falling shut as he cried, really and
truly cried. Negan kissed away every tear that fell, loving that his sweet boy
was letting him hold him like this. It all felt too surreal, like a twisted
sort of dream come true, to have Carl so open and broken in his arms. He held
Carl until his crying quieted to a few hiccupy sobs and stuttering sniffles.
 
“Feel better?”
 
“No.” Carl glared up at him, but any power behind the look was lost with his
puffy eye and red button nose. He really was pretty when he cried. “You're an
asshole.”
 
“The worst.” Negan conceded with a shrug.
 
“How much?”
 
“How much what?”
 
“How much do you love me?” Lord this boy was trying to kill him. He looked up
with the most shy and unsure look he had ever seen on Carl's face, his whole
demeanor reading small and meek, and Negan knew he was done for.
 
“A lot...so much its stupid.” Negan grinned, taking a cottoning to Carl's
position on the touchy-feely stuff going on between them.
 
“Love me so much you'd get a tattoo of my name on your chest?” Carl grinned
like the cat that got a mouthful of the canary it had been eyeing.
 
“Not with the sanitary conditions of this hellscape…” The older man groused
playfully. “...would be my luck, dying of an infection from a prison tattoo I
was getting done for you…but before? Yeah. Honey, I’d have you do it for me so
you could mark me for yourself.”
 
“Fuck…” Carl blushes and bites his lip, pressing into Negan's hip.
 
“You are a messed up little kid, you know that?” Negan grins and slots himself
between long, spindly legs.
 
“Yeah, and you’re the dirty old man messing me up, so I think we’re even.” Carl
dug fingers into Negan's shoulders as he once again was filled by his thick
length. He drew a sharp breath between his teeth, never quite being able to
adjust to his sizable cock right away.
 
Negan reached down between them, tugging Carl's smaller cock, trying to soothe
the ache and get him off quickly. They'd both been teetering on the brink when
they stopped earlier, he could tell from how hard Carl had squeezed down on
him. He didn't have to wait long. After a few pumps, he felt that familiar heat
and tightness flutter around him.
 
“Negan...” Carl's breath hitched, coming out as a hiss when Negan pulled all
the way out then pushed in to the hilt in one, fast, fluid motion. “...love
you.”
 
“Dammit, Carl.” Negan grit his teeth, growling as he wrapped the boy beneath
him in a too tight bear hug, dainty bones creaking, and came hard inside him.
His cock twitched incessantly, filling Carl's trembling body, claiming him. The
sudden splash of wetness on his stomach and little mewl from Carl let him know
he reached his own peak right after.
 
They laid there catching their breath for a moment, still moving languidly
against each other, taking the last few dull, almost aching, shockwaves of
their shared pleasure at their leisure. Neither wanted to leave the warm
comfort of the bubble they had created out of post coital bliss around them.
Noses rubbed tenderly, lips brushed, slip-sticking in slow motion kisses, hands
grasped tighter, harder, leaving nothing between them. Negan could see Carl's
gears turning, wanting to finally put voice to the question that had obviously
been lingering on the tip of his tongue for the past few moments as the haze
began to wear off. But he silenced him with another kiss.
 
“Whatever it is can fuckin' wait. We can think tomorrow.” Negan asserted,
nipping Carl's lips.
 
“Yeah, okay...” Carl shrugged and parted his love bite-swollen lips for Negan
to take whatever he wanted.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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