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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Negan
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Negan_(Walking_Dead), Rick_Grimes_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Consensual_Spanking, Spanking, Crying, Discipline, Punishment, Negan
      Being_Negan, But_then_he_fixes_it, Carl_is_a_Little_Shit, Light_Dom/sub,
      One-sided_Grimescest, Incest_Mention, Manhandling, Threats_of_Violence,
      Top_Negan, Bottom_Carl_Grimes, Negan_Being_an_Asshole, No_Sex,
      Humiliation, Dead_Dove:_Do_Not_Eat, This_is_trash_y'all
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-06 Words: 2968
****** Just Getting Warmed Up ******
by SunshineGrimes
Summary
     Discipline
     noun
     1.
     the practice of training people to obey rules or a code of behaviour,
     using punishment to correct disobedience.
     Or: The one where Negan puts Carl over his knee for suggesting that
     he jumps out the window, and learns more about the Grimes family than
     he intended to.
Notes
     Set during Episode 7x07 "Sing me a Song"
See the end of the work for more notes
“Why haven’t you killed me? Or my dad? Or Daryl?”
“Daryl? He’s gonna make a good soldier for me. You see, he thinks he’s holding
it together, but you saw it. Your dad? He’s already getting me great stuff.
You, on the other hand? Well, we shall see.” Negan’s voice was a low purr.
“It’s more productive to break you, more fun too. You thinkin' that's stupid?”
“I’m thinking we’re different.” Carl replied, keeping his tone as neutral as
possible. He didn’t want to provoke the man but he could feel rage burning low
in his belly, like hot coals. Negan unfolded his posture casually, leaning
closer to Carl to give him his full attention.
“You’re a smart kid.” He murmured, taunting the boy. “What do you think I
should do? You know I can’t let you go. So, do I kill you? Iron your face? Chop
off your arm? Tell me. What do you think?”
In an instant, Carl was on his feet. He leaned closer to Negan, his features
contorted with wrath as he pointed towards the window in an offhand gesture.
“I think you should jump out the window to save me the trouble of killing you.”
He growled, and for a moment Negan could only watch the boy with awe. In just a
few minutes, Carl would regret being so reckless, but right now? His fury was
certainly a stunning sight to behold. Negan exhaled on an easy laugh, and he
pointed to Carl after a single, appraising clap of his hands.
“Now there’s the kid that impressed the hell out of me.” Negan let admiration
fill his tone, but Carl’s livid expression didn’t falter.
“I think you’re not saying what you’re gonna do to me, because you’re not going
to do anything. If you knew us, if you knew anything, you would kill us. But
you can’t.” Carl concluded, wanting to belittle Negan if only to wipe the grin
off his face.
“Maybe you’re right.” Negan shrugged, not sounding in the least bit perturbed.
“Maybe I can’t…”
 
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“…However, what I absolutely cannot do is let that little outburst go
unpunished.” Carl had straightened his posture, defiance radiating out of every
cell in his body. Negan could see he wasn’t going to be easy to truly
discipline. He couldn’t be let off easy, not like earlier today when he had
only asked Carl to sing to him (which he thought had been very reasonable).
Spreading his knees, Negan rested one arm along the back of the couch. With his
other hand, he beckoned Carl closer with a single gloved finger. “Now c’mere
kid, why don’t you settle down over my knee?”
“What? No.” Carl replied insolently, shaking his head. His expression went from
angry to disgusted, and he balled his hands into fists.
“Do you really want me to repeat myself?” Negan raised his eyebrows,
challenging Carl’s nerve. “Or,do you want to do as you’re told?” He slapped his
thigh with his gloved hand for emphasis, delighted with the way Carl hastened
his way around the coffee table before he bent awkwardly, unsure of how to
position himself.
Negan reached up to grasp Carl’s forearm, and tugged him down swiftly so that
his face was pressed against the arm rest of the couch, his lean torso spread
across Negan’s strong thighs and his long legs half bent and scrambling for
purchase against the floor. Negan braced one forearm firmly over Carl’s
shoulders and delivered a hard, open-handed smack to his behind, revelling in
the way it punched a surprised gasp from Carl’s lips. Carl stopped squirming at
once, his hair half plastered across his face and shifting with every quick
breath that passed through his nose. Negan brought a hand up to tuck the stray
locks behind Carl’s ear. He wanted to see every emotion that played out across
Carl’s face as he received his punishment.
“Now stay where I put you, kid.” Negan growled, watching Carl lick his lips
nervously. “If you don’t, the next one’s from my belt on your bare ass. That?
That was just a warm up. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Carl squeezed his eye shut and swallowed “Yes I understand.” His voice
was a low, compliant whisper. Satisfied, Negan raised his hand again,
increasing his pressure across Carl’s shoulders before bringing his palm down
heavily across the curve of the boy’s ass. The sound reverberated in the room
and he felt Carl flinch, but he didn’t squirm or try to avoid it this time.
Without waiting for Carl to take another breath, Negan slapped him again, and
again, alternating in the firmness and timing of his swings so that Carl
couldn’t brace himself. He moved the position of each strike too, from just
under his belt to the backs of his tender thighs which proved to be the most
sensitive. After a particularly hard flurry of swats to each cheek, Negan
paused. His fingers were tingling from the impact, and he was sure that under
his clothing, Carls skin would be aching too.
“Well? How many was that? I hope you were counting.” Negan teased, lowering his
hand to rub over the seat of Carl’s jeans, listening to how it tore a muffled
groan from his throat. “What’s that? I can’t hear you.” He dug his fingertips
into the meat of Carl’s ass, smiling cruelly at the higher keen that it
produced.
“T-thirty-five…” Carl’s breathing was ragged, verging on a sob. He had opened
his eye again to watch Negan’s face, trying to anticipate whether more
punishment was to come.
“Jesus Kid… I didn’t even ask you to count. You just knew what daddy wanted,
huh?” Negan let out a small huffed laugh, Carl just continued to exceed all his
expectations. He raised his arm again and saw Carl flinch, turning his face
away. “Five more, count them out loud.” Negan commanded before bringing his
hand down much harder than he had before. He wanted Carl to be feeling this for
days, to be reminded of him every time he applied the slightest pressure or
movement to his injured muscles.
“One.” Carl groaned out, his lips parted and panting against the arm rest,
fingers gripping Negan’s leg tightly in pain. At another stinging slap, Negan
saw him fight to keep his legs still and the boy let out an undignified sound.
“Two!” Negan paused a few agonising seconds before striking again, and this
time Carl’s teeth were clenched tightly together to muffle his sounds. The
impact of his hand on Carl’s battered flesh jolted his whole body. “T-three…” 
This time, he didn’t leave even a second’s pause between his blows and Carl
ground his forehead against the couch as he whimpered, close to his limit.
“Fuck!Four…” Carl was sweating, his voice high and Negan could hear the sob
rising in his throat.
“One more kid, and you’re gonna thank me for it.” Negan’s breathing was also
uneven, and not wholly down to the effort he was putting into swinging his arm.
He delivered a final hard spank to Carl’s abused ass, and cursed under his
breath when the boy let out an actual cry this time.
“F-f-five… Thank you Negan...” Carl was shaking, gripping onto Negan’s thigh
for support. He had definitely learned his lesson. Negan lifted the pressure of
his forearm from his shoulders so that he would be more comfortable before
kneading his knuckles against the tense muscles of Carl’s lower back.
“There now…all done. That wasn’t so bad, was it kid?” Carl didn’t reply, hiding
his face out of shame as he fought to compose himself. At first, Negan thought
it was because he was crying, but a firm pressure on his thigh told him
otherwise. He had been so invested in breaking the boy down, he didn’t notice
Carl’s erection digging into his leg. Carl Grimes, Negan thought, was the gift
that kept on giving.
Patiently, he let Carl catch his breath for half a minute longer before placing
a supporting hand under his chest and hoisting him up to sit next to him on his
bruised bottom. Carl sat almost bolt upright, shuddering at the pressure to his
aching body and stifling a hiccup. He was exhausted, cheeks ruddy and flushed
from panting, his lower lip plump and bitten and his eye shiny with tears.
Negan thought he looked beautiful.
Negan watched as Carl sniffed wetly, lifted his gaze to meet his own, then
lowered it back down at the floor in disgrace. There was no hiding his aroused
response, as involuntary as Negan knew it was, and Carl looked like he wanted
to curl up and die somewhere. Without saying a word, he let the boy stew on it,
stretching out an arm behind Carl and across the top of the couch once more. He
observed as, on his own, Carl’s expression transformed from humiliated, to
uncertain, and back to a distrustful frown. He had been thoroughly disciplined,
but Negan was glad he hadn’t broken the boy’s spirit that he loved entirely.
“Daddy ever take you over his knee?” He couldn’t resist poking at Carl further.
“And I don’t mean me, your real Dad.” It was obvious that Carl was in shock
from his spanking, perhaps it was his first experience of one. One thing was
certain, Carl had gotten hard from his rough treatment, and Negan was
determined to find out why.
“No.” Carl replied frostily, voice rough from crying. His lip trembled,
betraying him. Negan tilted his head, his tongue pressed between his teeth.
What was his boy hiding? Suddenly it struck Negan, the moniker he had chosen
had more relevance than he thought.
“Bet you’d want him to.” Carl froze on an inhale, his hands gripping his knees
so they wouldn’t shake. He looked like a deer in the headlights, wondering what
had given him away. His shoulders were hunched and drawn up tight to hide his
face, but Negan was relentless. He wrapped a strong arm around the boy,
squeezing him closer to his hip and pinning Carl’s elbows to his sides. “Yeah,
I bet you get off thinking about it, huh? Your old man taking his hand to you,
maybe his belt?” Carl shivered, and Negan pressed on, knowing he was close.
“Kid, let me tell you something. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m good at
reading people. I know when they’re lying to me, when they’re trying to hide
something.”
He paused, watching the guilt play out in Carl’s expression. “But anyone, and I
mean anyone, could see that your little secret is written all over your face.”
Negan had leaned closer, his lips practically brushing Carl’s hair as he spoke.
Carl had closed his eye by now, his breathing was shallow and fast. In a
complete 180, Negan sat back and his thumb began to rub small circles into
Carl’s inner elbow, his tone sincere. “Now, why don’t you tell me what you and
your real daddy get up to when you’re all alone, hm? There’s no one else here,
and I won’t tell if you don’t. I promise.”
“It’s not like that.” Carl retorted, opening his eye suddenly and glaring at
Negan. “You’re sick.” He added, though it did nothing to stop the smile
spreading on Negan’s face.
“Maybe, but your dick’s still hard and your face is getting’ all rosy red just
talking about it. So, I’m thinking I’m onto something.” He laid the bait, and
to his delight Carl pounced on it, if only to defend his father’s honour.
“We haven’t done anything like that, and he’s never raised a hand to hurt me.
It’s just me that’s…” Realisation dawned on Carl’s face, and Negan resisted the
urge to rub it in. He instead raised his eyebrows, encouraging Carl to
continue. “Why the fuck do you even want to know? Do you get off on that stuff
or something?”
“Aw come on, kid. Don’t stop there. I’d threaten to give your ass another
bruising, if I thought you wouldn’t enjoy it so damn much.” Negan goaded, and
Carl’s face got impossibly redder. “I don’t blame you. Even with all my
beautiful wives, I gotta say, your daddy’s a fine piece of work, isn’t that
right?” Carl nodded numbly, his gaze once again fixed on the floor as he
confirmed Negan’s taunting. Negan clapped his free hand on the boy’s knee,
watching him flinch. “Right! Now, seeing that we’re being honest with each
other, why don’t you tell me a little more about your cute little crush on
daddy dearest? How’d it start?” Negan loosened his grip around Carl’s body, but
kept a light hand rubbing up and down his arm. Truthfully, he couldn’t care
less if Rick and his son were fucking or not, but he was curious to learn more
about Carl. It many ways, he saw a lot of himself in Carl, and respected his
resilient attitude.
“I can’t really think of when...” Carls hands were clasped together now on his
thighs, like he was attending confession. He blinked slowly as he recollected
memories that he had buried out of shame. He’d never spoken about this to
anyone, and as much as he hated Negan, he knew the man kept his promises. “We
lived in a prison, it was a while ago, I think I was about 13? Maybe 14?” Carl
took a deep breath, the words coming easier the more he spoke. “Our group was
safe there, it felt good for a while. It felt like a home. Dad and I spent a
lot of time together when he wasn’t on supply runs. We were closer back then.
One day we were working on this allotment we had growing and-”
“And what, you popped a boner when he bent over to check on the carrots?” Carl
shot him another glare, and Negan had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop
smiling. Negan reached up his free hand and mimed zipping his mouth closed, and
Carl shook his head with a sigh before continuing.
“He’s always had this thing where he touched my neck, like he’s asking if I’m
okay, but also to say he’s here.” One of Carl’s hands slid up to mimic the
gesture on his own nape before dropping it back to his lap, a fond tone in his
voice. “Every time before then, I’d just brush it off. But I couldn’t stop
thinking about it that day; about his hands, the way he looked proud of me, but
mostly just his hands on me.” Carl’s voice had dropped to barely more than a
whisper, and Negan learned closer to hear it. “He’s always felt so much bigger
and stronger than me, not just physically, like he could take on anything. I
know I push him, but it’s because sometimes I want him to just…but he won’t…”
Carl trailed off, falling silent and suddenly all of his earlier behaviours
made sense to Negan.
Watching Carl’s face, Negan slid his hand very carefully up Carl’s arm, under
his hair, and stroked just the tops of his fingers against the boy’s nape. He
felt Carl shiver, and he initially leaned away from the contact before Negan
added his thumb and squeezed ever so slightly.
“Kid.” Negan’s voice had dropped to a low rumble, noticing some of Carl’s
nerves had returned. “Carl.” He restarted the slow circles of his thumb against
the hollow in the base of Carl’s skull, his gloved hand perched once again on
Carl’s knee, covering the joint completely. “Look, I am sorry for what I said.
I’m not sorry for disciplining you, because you earned that, but I am truly
sorry for teasing you. Can I tell you something, man to man?” Carl didn’t
reply, so he continued. “It’s alright to feel like you want someone else to
take control once in a while, to trust someone to take care of you and keep you
in line.” Carl nodded this time, and for the first time a small glimmer of
relief showed in his expression. “Now I’m not saying this to screw with you, I
promise, but if that’s what you’re into? You’ve got nothing to be fucking
ashamed of.”
“I thought you said you liked it when I wasn’t weak, when I was being strong?”
Carl sounded confused, and Negan hummed in agreement.
“Kid, what you want does not make you weak. It takes balls to trust someone
like that, and I sure as shit know that you’ve got more than your fair share of
those.” Negan gave Carl a soft shake, feeling pleased when Carl sniffed and
nodded again. The boy glanced at the hand on his knee, which had tightened
somewhat in encouragement.
“You don’t think I’m sick?” Carl swallowed, some of the earlier hesitation
creeping back into his voice. “For thinking about my dad?”
“Nope.” Negan popped the ‘p’ sound for emphasis, his eyes darting to Carl’s
tongue which had snuck out between his lips again. “You could be fucking like
rabbits 24/7 and I wouldn’t give a single God damn fuck, as long as it was all
consented.”
Negan stood up, letting his grip on Carl’s neck linger a little longer before
he picked up Lucille again. Carl followed, not so much as a hint of resentment
showing on his face as he stood across from Negan. Despite having just
confessed his deepest fantasies, Negan thought he looked more confident than
when he had stepped out of the truck. He held himself taller, and his seemingly
ever present scowl was replaced with the beginnings of a smile. Rick didn’t
know what he was missing. “Come on kid,” He clapped a hand on Carl’s shoulder,
before turning to leave the room. “let’s go for a drive.”
End Notes
     Phew! My first contribution to the fandom. Hope you liked it!
     I initially planned to make this a lot more trashy, but I want to
     explore the power dynamics between these two a little more before I
     get to the really steamy stuff :')
     I'm currently writing a second trashy chapter, feel free to let me
     know what you think so far or leave a suggestion down below!
     - SunshineGrimes
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