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      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Negan
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Negan_(Walking_Dead), Michonne_(Walking_Dead), Rick_Grimes
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      Published: 2017-04-08 Updated: 2018-03-21 Chapters: 8/? Words: 13710
****** Stripped ******
by The_Watcher
Summary
     Set after the finale of Season 7, Negan captures Carl Grimes and
     intends to break him down until he can build him up to be his
     eventual successor.Will Carl allow himself to be broken down? Or will
     he kill Negan at the first chance he gets?
     Negan is very "Negan" in this story. Which is its own Warning. Some
     of his dialogue will be very abusive.
Notes
     This is my first attempt at writing anything set in the TWD fandom.
     Feedback is very much appreciated.
***** Captured *****
Chapter One
 
Carl Grimes awoke with a throbbing pain in the back of his head. He was
disoriented. The last thing he remembered was fighting off one of the saviours.
A very large burly man named Tom. He had his gun knocked out of his hand and he
was thrown to the ground. Then…..well then he must of blacked out. Because now
his hands were bound in front of him with zip-ties. His feet were free but he
found it impossible to stand because whatever he was in, was moving. It must
have been a truck. Carl was bound in the back of a truck headed to god knows
where. He tried to crawl his way until he felt a well. Was he the only one in
this dark space? He couldn’t tell. He was too afraid to speak out and rouse
anyone else who may have been sharing his fate.
 
Before he could think too much about how he wound up here, the truck or convoy
that he was in began to slow down. Soon it came to a halt and he heard noise
outside. Large doors opened and he closed his eyes to the blinding sun that
came pouring into the back of the truck that he was in so his eye could adjust.
 
“Rise and shine Columbine,” an all too familiar voice greeted.
 
So it was Negan who captured him, or at least, his people at his command. Carl
shuddered. Negan had come feet away from knocking his head clear off of his
shoulders and he probably intended on finishing the job. He opened his eye and
shook his head so his hair got out of the way. Negan was climbing into the
truck, Lucille in tow. He looked dirty and ragged but he wore that typical shit
eating grin.
 
“Well, well, well, welcome home little serial killer. Looks like we get to play
house again until I decide to blot out your badass, brooding, angry little
existence in front of your daddy,” he walked over to Carl and grabbed the zip
ties with his free hand, pulling Carl to his feet. The boy stumbled to gain his
balance, his legs were tried but he refused to fall any give Negan the
satisfaction of seeing him weak.
 
Negan turned and motioned for Carl to follow him. As the boy stumbled to keep
up with him, he couldn’t help but wonder why he was here or long he had left to
live. “Why haven’t you killed me yet?”
 
Negan chuckled at the outburst. “What good would it do me to kill you without
your daddy watching? Believe it or not little Rick, I don’t want you dead.I WAS
going to kill you but that had a purpose. Now that Captain shit for brains
decided to declare war on my people you are worth waaaaaaaaaaay more to me
alive.”
 
Carl snorted. For now. Negan seemed to change his mind as easily as the wind
blew. He followed Negan through the compound, ignoring the stares from some
faces he recognized from the last time he visited the Sanctuary. He felt like
he was visiting an old hangout. Somehow this was his second trip and he was
still alive and breathing.Somewhere the gods decided to have mercy on him.
 
Negan led him to his own room  and pushed Carl roughly inside before shutting
the door. “This is your world now Carl. You will eat, sleep, and shit here-” he
paused before pointing Lucille to a door on the other side of the room. “Well,
you shit in the bathroom, don’t shit on my new carpet you little prick.” Carl
looked around. Was he supposed to sleep on the floor?
 
“You’re not going to lock me up?” He questioned. Negan shook his head. “Fuck
no, you don’t leave my fucking side. Understand that? You are my bitch now.
Rick was my bitch before he decided to defy my authority. So the next Grimes
doesn’t get a very long leash.” He set Lucielle down on the bed and moved to
the dresser where a very large knife sat. Carl watched him pick up the knife
and approach him, waving the knife in his face.
 
“If you try to leave my side, I will stab your other eye out and make you
totally fucking useless to everyone. When Rick finally sees what a sorry sight
that is, I’m sure he’ll put you down out of sympathy.” He grabbed the zip-ties
and cut them off.
 
Carl, glad to be out of the restraints, rubbed his wrists. “You aren’t worried
I’ll cut your throat in your sleep?” he was genuinely curious as to why Negan
thought he was safe around him. The teen wanted him dead for everything he put
his friends and family through.
 
Negan let out a laugh. “You’re not a sniveling little coward are ya? I would
assume you wanna kill me in a cooler way than that right?” Carl just glared at
him.
 
“Kid, if you wanna try to kill me in my sleep go for it. But you’ll probably
fail and disappoint me. You really shouldn’t ruin the badass image I have of
you.” Negan took off his jacket and hung it up on the hook on the back of the
door. He removed his scarf and hung it over the jacket.
 
“Get ready for bed kid,” he barked as he turned and entered the bathroom.
 
Carl looked around the room for a weapon. There were several objects he could
have used to bash Negan’s skull in, including a pretty heavy looking lamp. But
if he killed Negan now he had no idea if someone would simply rise up and take
his place. Carl had to learn how deep the Savior’s logic went.
 
Carl let out a sigh. So was he supposed to fall asleep on the floor, he picked
a corner and sat down. That’s when he realized he didn’t have his hat, it must
have fallen off when he got into that fight before he blacked out.
 
Negan came out of the bathroom wearing black pajama pants and a towel around
his neck. “Shit kid, you don’t have any jammies do you?” Carl glared at him.
 
Negan walked over to his dresser and pull open a drawer. He pulled out a shirt
and a pair of boxers before tossing them over to Carl. “I’m not wearing those,”
he refused to wear anything Negan wanted him to. He was already stuck here but
he wasn’t going to let the man control every aspect of his being.
 
“Listen here you little shit, you are going to do whatever the fuck I say. And
right now, I’m telling you to put on those fucking clothes. You smell like
shit.” Negan folded his arms and waited for Carl to do as he said.
 
Carl looked at Negan and then at the floor. Did he want him to change right
here? As if Negan read his mind, he motioned toward the open bathroom door. “In
there, leave your clothes in the corner someone will collect them in the
morning.”
 
Carl sauntered over to the bathroom and closed the door. “And take that shit
off your eye, I wanna see that gnarly little wound of yours when you’re here.”
The teens heart raced. He hated exposing his eye. But, when he was done
changing he did as he was told. He didn’t need to get his brains bashed in over
something so stupid.
 
When he exited the bathroom, Negan slow clapped from his bed. “It can follow
directions, maybe if it follows directions long enough, it can take a shower.”
Carl rolled his eye.
 
“Find a spot on the floor little serial killer, it’s an early morning soon,”
with that, Negan turned off the only light in the room and left Carl alone in
the darkness……...
***** Med Run *****
Chapter Summary
     Negan takes Carl on a field trip.
Chapter Notes
     As a fair warning, I have no idea how long I'm going to make this
     story.
Carl had been fast asleep by the time it was time to wake up. Unfortunately,
rather than asking him to wake up, Negan decided to slap the side of his face
as hard as he could. “Wake up bitch, it’s time for breakfast.” Carl glared at
the older man as he rubbed the stinging side of his face. Why did Negan have to
be such an asshole? As he stood up to start the day, he felt more clothes hit
him in his back. He turned to see a pile of dirty gray clothes at his feet.
 
“Wear that,” Negan instructed. Carl picked up the clothes and turned them over
in his hands. It looked like an old sweatsuit and it was a size too big for
him.
 
“Be dressed by the time I’m done showering,” with that Negan left Carl to get
changed in peace.
 
To keep his dignity he changed as quickly as possible. Negan apparently took
his time in the shower so Carl had some time to think about the situation he
was in. And oh boy, was it a bad situation. Negan probably intended to humliate
him for as long as possible before finally killing him. Not that there was a
chance in hell that Carl would let him. He simply wasn’t looking forward to the
next several days. He hated being a little bitch, if he had it his way he would
tell Negan to go to hell and shove Lucille up his ass.
 
The door opened and broke Carl out of his train of thought. Negan was dressed
in his usual attire and he smelled like he used way too much aftershave.
“There’s pancakes for breakfast Friday mornings,” he told Carl with a smirk.
Carl just glared at him in return. “Come on kid,” he opened the door and Carl
followed him down the hall to the cafeteria.
 
Everyone kneeled when they entered and Negan made a small noise of approval
before turning to Carl and quirking an eyebrow. “Well?” he asked the teen. Carl
repeated the statement back to him. Negan’s face quickly turned from amused to
not so amused as he grabbed the boy by his throat.
 
“Don’t you dare fucking mock me boy, now kneel down like everyone the fuck else
in this room so they can get up and continue enjoying their goddamn morning!”
His grip around Carl’s neck was dangerously tight. Carl gasped for air but
didn’t say anything to Negan in reply.
 
“If you say the magic words, I’ll let you go so you can get on your fucking
knees like I  just know  you’re dying to,” he said, his voice lowering as he
calmed down.
 
“Fuck you,” Carl breathed with what little air he had.
 
Negan was stronger than Carl was expecting, with his one armed grip he threw
Carl into a nearby table, the people on the floor leaning out of the way, but
not daring to get up. He leaned his weight into Carl’s back and used his hand
to push his face into the table.
“I will gladly fuck your ungrateful little ass but I promise, you won’t like
it,” Negan punctuated his words by grabbing a metal fork and pressing it to the
butt of the loose sweatpants. Carl’s eyes went wide. Thankfully the pants were
so big that the fork was nowhere near his actual asshole, he didn’t expect
Negan to be that fucked up.
 
“Sure you will,” Carl spit out.
 
Negan didn’t move the fork, “As you were!” he announced to the rest of the
room. After everyone else resumed eating, Negan dragged the spoon up Carl’s ass
and across his back as he turned his head to the side.”You know you have a
point,” he began. The fork came to rest right under Carl’s damaged eye socket.
He pressed the fork hard into his flesh.
 
“I would much rather shove this fork into your eye socket and see if it
bleeds.” He punctuated his words by pressing so hard into Carl’s skin that
three of the prongs broke the skin. Carl hissed in pain as blood ran down his
face. “Oops,” Negan replied. “That’s gonna leave a mark.”
 
Carl took a deep breath. “I”m sorry.”
 
Negan chuckled. “Whatever for dear boy?” Carl bit back a smart ass reply. Negan
was so over dramatic. “I’m sorry for mocking you.” Negan released his grip on
Carl and let the now bloody fork clatter to the table.
 
“Damn right, now come on, I’m fucking hungry.” Carl couldn’t believe his ears.
Was he just supposed to bleed everywhere?
 
Negan walked through the breakfast bar piling his tray full of food. “One day,
you’ll get to grab your own tray. Right now you get my fucking scraps because
you listen worse than a fucking dog,” he explained over the loud chatter in the
cafeteria. Carl’s stomach growled but he didn’t argue. They made their way to
an empty table and Negan sat down first. “Sit next to me,” he instructed. Carl
pulled out the chair next to the older man but Negan pushed it away.
 
“On the fucking floor dumbass!” he stabbed his pancakes as Carl grunted and sat
cross legged on the floor beside Negan’s chair. “If you sit on your knees and
beg like a good boy I’ll give you some bacon,” he said with a chuckle.
 
Carl didn’t budge.
 
Unamused, Negan grabbed  a fistfull of Carl’s hair and forced him to sit on his
knees, when Carl finished moving, Negan let go. “Good job,” he told him and he
threw a handful of bacon on the floor. “Eat it.”
 
Carl internally groaned and started to eat the bacon, not because he really
wanted to please Negan, but because he was really fucking hungry.  As he was
eating he heard someone approach their table but he could only see a pair of
slim legs, wrapped in strappy heels with manicured looking feet. It must have
been one of Negan’s wives. No one else looked that well kept here at the
sanctuary.
 
“Well good morning to you babe,” he heard Negan greet. “Good morning Negan,”
came the woman’s reply. Carl blinked as a manicured hand reach over and stroked
Negan’s knee.
 
“I know, it’s been a while babe, I’ve been pretty fucking busy,” he paused to
eat. “But I do miss your pretty little tits,” he added.
 
“Come see me tonight then,” she replied softly. Carl looked up and saw Negan
chewing the suggestion over. “Not gonna fucking lie babe, I was going to visit
Frankie tonight.” Carl noticed the sudden change in posture from the women
under the table.
 
“Don’t look at me like that Amber,” he replied. “Why don’t you join us?”
 
The woman paused before answering him. “Fine.” The woman stood and Carl tried
to stretch his neck without Negan noticing, curious to which of his wives he
had been speaking to. It was the young blonde one who was upset when Carl first
met them.
 
“I’ll see you then doll!” Negan called after her. Carl watched her heels click
away and tried not to notice than Negan’s free hand was adjusting his junk
under the table.
 
After a few more minutes, Negan finally finished his breakfast and stood up.
“Get up Carl, we’re going on a field trip.” Carl rose and kept his face as
neutral as possible. There was a trail of blood running down his face that was
starting to itch but he didn’t want to touch it or bring attention to the
discomfort the injury caused him.
 
When they got out to the courtyard, Negan gathered some of his men. “Two in the
back, we’re going on a supply run.” He opened the driver’s side and motioned
for Carl to get in first. Carl scrambled in. “Don’t think about trying to run
from me while we’re in town,” Negan warned. One of the Saviours showed up and
passed Lucille through the window. “Thanks Nick,” he told the scrawny figure.
 
When everyone was situated Negan started the truck and tucked the barbed bat
next to Carl. “Don’t go gropping my girl when I’m not looking,” he shot Carl a
look and the teen rolled his good eye. Negan snorted, obviously because he
found his joke to be hilarious and they drove through the gates.
 
“Do you ever fucking talk kid?” Negan asked about twenty minutes into the ride.
Carl looked at him and shrugged. “No.” Negan shook his head, “Even I wasn’t
that fucking brooding as a teenager.” He paused to reflect. “Then again I was
knee deep in skin magazines and pussy at your age,” he chuckled and slapped the
teen’s knee.
“Not that there’s a whole lot of pussy to go around anymore is there?” He asked
the boy. Carl sighed before replying “No, not really.” He knew he would have to
entertain Negan, playing silent was only going to get him hurt.
 
Negan opened the glove compartment and pulled out a large knife and tossed it
at Carl who barely caught it. “There’s a lot of fucking walkers here,” he
warned as he pulled into the parking lot of a large hospital.
 
“So many that we haven’t actually grabbed anything, we’ve only done sweeps to
try and clear the place of these fuckers.” He motioned to two walkers that were
shambling about the entrance. Carl nodded.
 
“Today, I intend to hunt some good shit and the rest I’ll have a team come in
and grab.” He got out of the truck and grabbed lucille. The other two that
Negan brought along were already out of the truck with two large green bags on
their back. They had knives in their hands and guns at their hips. “Remember,
shoot when necessary.Noise attracts walkers,” Negan warned.  
 
Carl followed him and his men up to the first two walkers that the two saviors
dispatched rather effortlessly. The four of them made their way through the
front doors and through the first floor of the hospital without much issue.
Negan found some antibiotics and some needles he knew that the doctor could
use. Carl was stuck carrying everything he picked up in a small rucksack that
Negan threw at him.
 
When they got to the second floor, Carl heard Negan bellow with laughter from
the receptionists desk. The teen made his way over and before he could see what
Negan was laughing about, the man threw a handful of condoms at him. “Put those
in my bag too, bitch.” Carl rolled his eye and bent down to pick them up off of
the floor but before he could grab them all, Negan shoved him face first into
the ground. Carl was about to cry out in protest when he heard the bat smash
into rotting flesh and bone. A walker crumpled to the ground beside him and
Carl exhaled.
 
So Negan was an annoying bastard, but he wasn’t going to let Carl get eaten by
Walkers.Carl stood up and brushed off his gray sweatpants. “Boy, watch where
the fuck you’re going!” Negan sounded more amused than upset. Carl nodded and
followed him down the hall where they continued to scavenge more supplies……..
 
***** Discomfort *****
Chapter Summary
     Negan has visitors, Carl doesn't follow the rules, Carl get's
     punished. But it gets very complicated very quickly.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter does have some explicit content. Mostly, F/F/M with some
     questionable M/M content. (But not really) I would like to point out,
     my Negan isn't nice. He wants to break Carl and Carl does break in
     this chapter. Just not the way you think.
 
By the time that the group made it back to the compound, Carl was beat. Negan
had completely overloaded the rucksack that he was carrying and he wanted to
crawl onto the floor and go to sleep already. However, he had to first endure
another humiliating dinner with his captor. Negan had been a little less rude
and instead of throwing food on the floor, he allowed Carl to eat off of a
plate. Carl was a little grateful for that small mercy. He didn't particularly
like the grit and fuzz that came with eating off of the floor.
 
When they finished, Negan led Carl back to their room and headed straight into
the shower without saying anything. Carl changed into the same clothes he wore
yesterday which were now folded in the corner that he slept in. He was already
on the floor and curled into a ball when Negan came out the bathroom wearing
nothing but a towel.
 
“Hey kid, how old are you?” Negan asked curiously. Carl turned to reply and
noticed that there was a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
 
“Seventeen,” Carl replied. Negan nodded and pointed to the recliner that was
over on the other side of the room. “Go sleep over there kid, I have company
tonight. Try not to stare.” Carl blinked, he forgot about the fact that he said
he was
Going to see his wives tonight. But he assumed that it was going to be in their
own rooms. Carl sighed and made his way over to the recliner that Negan told
him to go sleep in.
 
He wasn't looking forward to this. Carl had been so young when everything
started, he never had any kind of sex like. Sure, he liked Enid but neither of
them had made a move outside of a chaste kiss every now and again. He didn't
want to get introduced to sex through Negan and his “wives” whom he was pretty
sure were only with Negan because they didn't have a choice. A lot like him.
 
Almost on cue there was a knock at the door, Negan went to open it and there
stood two of his wives. One was taller and had flame red hair and the other was
shorter and had blonde hair. Carl recognized the blonde one as Amber, the woman
from breakfast.
 
“Hi, Negan,” the girls greeted in unison.
 
A huge smile lit up on the older man’s face as he opened the door wider and
ushered them in. “Ladies, ladies, hello!” Negan’s voice was louder than usual
and full of bravado. He led them through the door and closed it after them. The
two women dressed in black made their way over to the bed.
 
Carl averted his eye and stared at the ceiling trying to will himself into the
cushion. Were they going to have sex in front of him? Was he going to have to
listen to the awkward sounds of the three of them? Carl had heard his dad and
Michonne sometimes in the house when he woke up in the middle of the night but
he could block it out. This, well, now he was in the same room.
 
Negan moved to sit on the bed between Amber and Frankie, the taller of the two,
Frankie, immediately grabbed Negan’s face and pulled him in for a kiss. Negan
wasted no time and gave in, his tongue finding refuge in her mouth. Amber took
this time to get undressed while no one was paying attention to her and crawled
back onto the bed behind Negan. Her hands found his hair as she massaged his
scalp. The older man let out a moan and turned to kiss her as well, his hands
moving to the zipper on the side of Frankie’s skirt.
 
Carl snuck a peek at the scene unfolding before him and saw the red headed
woman sliding her skirt down, exposing black lace panties. As she finished
undressing, Negan’s hands moved to cup Amber’s bra. His fingers moved around
the thin fabric and tugged the cups down, exposing her pink nipples. Her face
turned hot with color as Frankie, now in her underwear, latched onto her
exposed nipple.
 
Carl’s eye moved back to the ceiling as he tried to pretend this wasn't
happening. He stumbled across porn on the internet once by accident and he
remembered what the screen had looked like. Full of naked women doing all sorts
of things, but he had never seen a naked woman in person. Funny. How a boy his
age should have been used to naked girls but instead he was used to killing
people.
 
He tried to block out the noises of the girls moaning and folded his arms
across his chest. The moaning stopped for a moment and the lights turned off,
Negan had some decency at least. As Carl closed his eyes to try and go to
sleep, he heard one of the girls giggle followed by a very loud growl from
Negan, Carl turned to see both girls on their knees on the bed, and Negan
standing in front of them, with his manhood standing at full attention. Carl
tried to look away but he found his eyes fixed on the bed. Frankie took his
large member into her mouth and began to suck, she moved her mouth up and down
his cock as Amber wrapped her hand around him. They alternated, taking turns
sucking his cock and stroking him with their hands.
 
Carl swallowed and turned back to the ceiling. He felt himself getting hot all
of the sudden, heat rose from his toes to his cheeks and he tried to keep his
breathing under control. He knew what a blow job was, he had just never seen it
done. Before he knew what was happening he could feel himself hardening at the
thought of what he just saw. He tried to will himself to calm down but found it
nearly impossible as the three people on the bed kept moaning and grunting.
 
“Fuck yes girls, keep sucking that cock, don't stop now,” Negan was practically
growling the words out as his hips thrust wantonly into the eager mouths before
him.
 
Carl felt his own cock twitch at Negan’s words. He wanted to look but he
couldn't, instead he closed his eyes and tried to block out the noises that
were feeding his imagination.
 
He heard the girls giggle as Negan's breathing started to get more and more
shallow. His grunts got louder and Carl found himself holding his breath until
Negan let out a very loud “FUCK” causing Carl to turn his head. He saw Negan
pumping his now softening cock over the girls who were perched under him like
baby birds waiting for lunch.
 
Negan finally turned and flipped on the lamp. “Okay ladies, time to go, I'm
tired as shit.” The girls pouted “Oh but Negan, we wanted to really play
tonight,” Frankie pleaded. Negan shook his head. “I'm sorry doll but I have had
a long fucking day, I need my beauty rest,” with that, the girls collected
their clothes and got left.
 
Carl crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his obvious erection and turned to
face the cushions in the recliner. He heard the girls leave and there was a
strange silence in the room.
 
“Well?” He heard Negan ask. Carl feigned sleepiness as he answered the older
man. “Yeah?”
 
Negan chuckled “Turn the fuck around kid, I saw you watching us.” Carl
carefully shifted so that his leg was up blocking his erection but he was
facing the ceiling. He turned his head to look at Negan who was standing there,
still completely naked.
 
He tried to not to look at Negan’s flaccid cock, despite the fact that he had
just watched him get sucked off by two women he didn't even know. Negan looked
amused and watched Carl’s gaze travel up his body and didn't speak until he
held his gaze. “You little shit, I told you not to stare,” his voice was low
and held more amusement than anger.
 
Carl swallowed and rolled his eye. “I wasn't staring,” he replied. Which was
kind of true, he just had a hard time keeping his eyes elsewhere.
 
Negan took a few steps forward until he was only a foot away from Carl. The
younger man suddenly became very uncomfortable and very self aware. Negan was
standing before him in his naked glory, and Carl was struggling just to hide an
erection.
 
“Kid, you were fucking staring. What's the matter, ain't never seen a man get a
blow job before?” He quirked an eyebrow at Carl. The younger man didn't respond
and just rolled his eye. He stared at the door, refusing the let Negan get
under his skin.
 
“Have you ever been given a blow job before?” Negan’s voice dropped low as he
knelt down next to the recliner that Carl was laying on. Carl felt himself
twitch at Negan’s question but still refused to answer. Negan’s eyes trailed
down the younger man’s body and hovered on his obvious erection. The teens
breathing became shallow as he tried to calm down.
 
“Because you know, maybe if you ask nicely, I could have one of the girls give
you your first blowjob. When's your birthday?” Negan’s eyes traveled back up to
meet Carl’s face. Carl shrugged. Negan grabbed Carl by the hair without warning
and threw him to the ground.
 
“Fuck!” The teen exclaimed. Negan stood over the boys body and knelt down,
slapping Carl on the back of the head. “I fucking told you not to stare and you
disobeyed me!” He was yelling now. “Do you know what happens when you break the
rules?!” He didn't wait for Carl to respond. “You get punished Carl, you can't
do what you're told, I will make you do what I ask next time!” He walked over
to the bed and sat down.
 
“Get the fuck up!” He barked.
 
Carl stood up, his cheeks aflame with anger, hands balled into fists. “Come
over here,” Negan waved him over. When Carl was a foot away, Negan grabbed him
by the arm and pulled him close. “Bend over,” he instructed. Carl’s eye went
wide and he backed up. “Hell no!” He held up his hand as if to punctuate his
refusal. Negan’s eyes flashed with anger. “Don't fucking test me Carl, either
you bend over my knee right fucking now so I can punish you or I will strip you
of what little dignity you have for the rest of the time that you're here.”
 
Carl gulped. He didn't like the either of either. Did Negan intend on beating
him like a child? Something about being spanked by Negan scared the shit out of
Carl. On top of it, despite his anger, his erection would not go away. He
didn't want to know how bad Negan would humiliate him if he was turned on
before he even started the punishment.
 
“What's my second choice?” Carl finally spoke. Negan’s frown turned into a
twisted smile. “That's for me to know and you to decide if you wanna find out
boy.” Something told Carl it would be worse than enduring the shame of a
spanking. Negan was a fucking psycho, Carl didn't want to test those limits.
 
He shuffled over to Negan and awkwardly laid across his lap, trying to keep his
erection from touching the older man, but Negan moved him exactly where he
wanted for the task, and it left Carl’s hard cock pressing into Negan’s leg.
Negan let out a laugh. “You dirty little bastard, does your daddy spank you?
You got some kind of daddy kink?” Carl blushed but didn't answer.
 
“You better answer me boy,” he threatened. Carl swallowed nervously. “No,” he
let out weakly.
 
“Then why is your cock pressing into my thigh, I haven't even touched you yet?”
Negan's voice was low and curious, he didn't even sound threatening.
 
Carl decided to give him a partial truth even if he wouldn't give Negan the
entire truth. “I've never seen naked women before” his voice was low with
embarrassment. Negan laughed. “Well that makes sense boy, too bad I still have
to punish you for it!”
 
Without warning, Negan's hand came down hard on Carl’s ass. The boy lurched
forward from the momentum but Negan held him in place with his free hand.
“Count them out loud!” Negan demanded.
 
“ONE!” Carl replied, he closed his eyes and braced himself the second hit.
“TWO!” Carl felt pain but also an odd sense of pleasure from the sensation. His
cock twitched against Negan’s thigh and he hoped the older man didn't notice.
“THEEE!” He cried as the third smack came down, Negan hit him harder and harder
with each hit. Carl counted all the way up to ten before he felt a low throb in
his cock. As much as he hated to admit it, something about this sick experience
was turning him on. He tried to control his breathing and calm down but every
hit made it harder. “FOURTEEN!” Carl cried as the pressure start to build up,
Negan took a long pause before his next strike and as soon as it connected,
Carl felt a wave of pleasure wash over him as he cried out in pain. His face
turned red as he felt something warm and sticky in his boxers. He had just come
to Negan’s hand. Carl froze mortified.
 
Negan said nothing, he didn't even move for a few moments. Finally, he shoved
Carl to the floor and marched to the bathroom and shut the door. Carl caught a
glimpse of Negan’s face a mixture of anger and disgust. Now what? Was Negan
going to find some other way to punish him? Carl shuddered and cursed at
himself. Nothing about that punishment was supposed to be sexual. So why did he
get so much pleasure from it?
 
Carl gulped. Was he gay? Every time Carl got turned on during that weird orgy
it was when Negan moaned, not when the girls moaned. Carl suddenly felt sick to
his stomach. Not because he might be gay. But because he derived pleasure from
Negan. The man who killed his friends and made his dad a spineless leader. Carl
sunk to the floor and held his head in hands, crying quietly to himself. How
did this happen? And why did he bust a nut over a spanking?
 
Eventually, the door opened. Negan came out freshly showered and wearing pajama
pants. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxes.

“Try not to bust a nut in these kid,” his request was simple. “And go take a
fucking shower. I'm going to bed.” And with that, Negan crawled into bed and
left Carl to think about what just transpired.
***** An Understanding *****
Chapter Summary
     Negan and Carl reach something of an understanding.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Carl couldn’t sleep. Not one wink. The entire night his head swam trying to
piece together what had just transpired.Carl had never thought too much about
his sexuality until now. He was never put in a position to. The apocalypse
killed his childhood and despite meeting several other kids around his age he
never once tried to experiment with his sexuality. Was he gay? He certainly
felt like it. Every Time his body responded to the wanton moans and dirty
things said, it had been Negan’s voice that sparked the drive. It was Negan’s
erect manhood that burned an image into his skull that he could not shake. Not
the bodies of the women that Carl knew were beautiful. Not the idea of those
women doing that to him. No, Carl’s mind inserted himself in their place, going
down on the older man and making him explode into  his  mouth.
 
And that wasn’t the most embarrassing part. There were several gay men at
Alexandria. That’s not what disturbed him. What disturbed him is that he had
been so desperate and so turned on by Negan of all people, that Negan’s
punishment made him orgasm for the first time in his life. Nothing about
Negan’s punishment should have been sexual but for some reason his body didn’t
get the memo. Carl’s heart skipped a beat as he pictured the look on Negan’s
face after the older man shoved him onto the floor. His face had been a mask of
pure disgust and anger. It was clear that’s not what Negan intended the
punishment to do. There was no telling how much worse the older man was going
to treat Carl.
 
When the older man did wake up, he ignored Carl who was already changed into
day clothes, and went straight into the bathroom. Carl heard the older man
humming to himself as he brushed his teeth and got dressed. Just hearing the
man’s low voice caused his stomach to flutter. “Shit,” Carl cursed under his
breath. Last night had started a fire that Carl didn’t really know how to put
out. The teen was startled out his thoughts when he heard Negan clear his
throat. The man was standing, now dressed, in the doorway with his arms folded
over his chest. Carl looked at the ground and tried his best to cover his face
with his hair.
 
“Kid, you should have told me you take it up the ass,” Negan said. Carl
blushed. He didn’t exactly take it anywhere. He didn’t even know if he WOULD
want to do that. “If you had told me that I would have at least put some
fucking pants on last night.” Carl saw Negan walk over to him. The older man
squatted down so he could look in Carl’s face. Carl looked up and tried to keep
his voice under control. “I-I don’t.” He replied shakily. Negan quirked an
eyebrow. “You don’t take it up the ass, because you sure seemed like you do
last night.”
 
Carl took a shallow breath and tried to think of the least embarrassing way of
putting it. “I’ve never been spanked before,” was all he could muster up. Negan
laughed and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Kid, most people don’t cum like a
virgin on prom night from getting corporal punishment.” He didn’t sound angry,
if anything Carl heard a tone to his voice he wasn’t used to, it almost sounded
like understanding.
 
“I…..I mean. I didn’t know that would make me….” He struggled to find the right
words. Realization dawned on the older man’s face. “No one ever talked to you
about the birds and the bees huh kid? You probably hadn’t ever seen what you
saw last night?” Carl nodded.
 
The older man sighed and stood up. “Shit kid. I’ll give you a fucking pass
then.” He began. “I was a teacher once, you know? Believe it or fucking not.
And I had some confused little shitheads. But never in a million years did I
think I would help some little twink to be discover his sexuality.” Carl’s
stomach dropped.
 
“But what the fuck ever right? You’re still a little badass. Even if you like
dick. I mean, I can’t even blame ya, I’m pretty fucking big,” he laughed and
grabbed Lucille from her table. “But you better not start ogling me and turning
into a fucking girl. You’re a fucking serial killer and I fully expect that the
only thing you want to stab me with is a fucking knife, got that?” Carl nodded
and felt a huge weight lift off his chest. So Negan wasn’t going to give him
shit for what happened last night. Carl relaxed and suddenly he realized how
tired he was.
 
“Now that that’s been nipped in the  butt,”  Negan laughed at his own joke.
“I’m fucking hungry, let’s go get some fucking grub.” Carl followed the older
man out the door and kept a respectful distance. He was a little more self
aware of possibly getting too close to Negan and he didn’t want to seem
defiant.
 
When they got to the cafeteria, Carl realized that they had gotten there early.
They were the first two there and the cooks had only just put out the food.
“Grab a tray,” Negan instructed. Carl silently thanked god and followed Negan
down the line, grabbing only what Negan grabbed, nothing more and nothing less.
Surprisingly, Negan did not eat much. Carl didn’t know if it was because he
chose not be greedy when his people were being rationed out a limited food
supply or if it was because he simply did not have a large appetite.
 
When the older man grabbed his own silverware he held up a hand to stop Carl.
“You’re still my bitch, and bitches don’t get utensils.” Carl didn’t say
anything but he continued to follow Negan to a table. After the older man sat
down, he moved a chair out of his way and sat on the floor as he had the
previous morning. “Good boy,” Negan praised, he ruffled Carl’s hair before
proceeding to eat. The teen wolfed down his food, since he had very little food
yesterday and was done well before his captor. So, he spent time watching
people filter in.
 
When Negan was finally done eating, he led Carl through the line that had
gathered and into a very large office. “Go sit on the couch,” he instructed.
Carl did as he was told and waited for Negan to speak. “This place is pretty
fucking awesome isn’t it Carl?” The teen wasn’t expecting that question but he
responded in the safest way possible, “Yeah.” Negan snorted at his typical
teenage apathy and continued. “Do you know what it takes to run a place like
this, kid? Discipline. That means following rules, doing as you’re told,
nothing fucking over your teammates, and shit like that.” Carl nodded.
 
“But sometimes men can’t be controlled. Men were not made to comply. They are
made to challenge, and change, and compete, but I can’t have any of that shit
in the world we live in.” Negan twirled Lucille around in his hands. Carl
wondered where this monologue was headed. “Sometimes you have to break a person
down to build them back up. Only then can they become a piece of a well oiled
machine….” He paused. “I tried to do that to my boy Darryl but you see how well
that turned out,” he chuckled. “That being said, I left him up to someone else.
If I had given him my full attention, well I could have a Daryl on my side!”
Negan sat up and pulled open a drawer, he pulled out what appeared to be a
bright red leash. Carl looked moderately horrified as he wondered what Negan
intended to use that for.
 
He pulled the bright red leash tight in his hands and released it, as he spoke
he played with the slack. “So, I don't want to take any chances. If you disobey
me at all, I will leash you like the bitch that you are and you will wear this
shit until I decide to take it off.” Carl’s eye went wide. Was he fucking
serious right now? The older man smiled at Carl’s reaction. “Understand, BDSM
usually isn’t my thing but I will make an exception young man.” He slapped the
leash on the desk before standing up and sliding the leash in his back pocket.
 
“Anyway, just thought I should give you a heads up,” his tone changed to a more
jovial one. “It’s time to go control the grounds,” Carl stood up and followed
the older man out of the room. His eye was fixed on the red leather in his back
pocket…….
 
Chapter End Notes
     This was a weird transitional chapter for me.
***** Negan's Revelation *****
Chapter Summary
     Carl speaks out during a Savior's meeting and Negan breaks out the
     punishment.
Chapter Notes
     Note that Carl is almost eighteen during this story. Also note that
     Negan is still Negan. At no point in this story is he going to become
     kind and caring. He will fall for Carl eventually, but it's not going
     to change the kind of man he is.
The next few days went without incident. Carl followed Negan around like his
bitch, Negan made threats, Carl bit back sarcastic replies, but other than the
humiliation of being treated like a dog, Carl was almost shocked at how routine
it was becoming. At least until he had to go and open his Big mouth.
 
He was at one of Negan's meetings, sitting quietly and respectfully on the
floor at his feet, listening to their plans to take down Alexandria. They had a
shit ton of guns and other weapons, that much was certain. Carl was nervous for
his dad and the others. These people were trained to kill and weren't going to
run out of ammo anytime soon. He felt the color rise in his cheeks as Negan
spoke.
 
“We are going to fucking annihilate those sorry bastards. Especially Rick. In
fact, if any of you get Rick cornered you better not kill him! I need him alive
so I can kill everyone he loves right in front of his sorry face before I rip
his fucking tongue out and shove it up his sorry ass!” He was in other world
right now and Carl should have known to let him rant.
 
“Not if I kill you first,” Carl’s voice was hoarse as he spoke up to threaten
the older man.
 
Negan’s face twisted into a mask of anger as he stood up and moved to Carl’s
line of sight. “What did you just say to me boy?” His voice was low and deadly.
Carl prepared himself for Negan's rage.
 
“I'll kill you before you can hurt them,” he said through gritted teeth.
 
Negan leaned down and slapped Carl so hard that he fell backward into the
couch. “Look at little Carl, flexing his beach ball sized man balls today!” His
face changed from angry to jovial. He leaned back and laughed wholeheartedly.
He motioned to the rest of the room.
 
“All of you clear out, except for Dwight, you stand guard outside of the door,”
everyone did as Negan instructed and Carl winced. He had no idea what Negan had
in store for him.
 
When the room was empty, Negan moved over to his desk and opened the top drawer
and pulled out the red dog collar and leash that he threatened Carl with
several days before. Carl flushed with embarrassment. He didn't need to be
degraded anymore than he already was by this man. Negan slapped the leather on
his desk loudly, making the boy jump slightly.
 
“I warned you,” Negan began. “You knew what was going to happen if you defy
me!” Negan had a smile on his face. He walked over to Carl and nodded his head
at the kid. “Take off your shirt kid,” he instructed. Carl flushed and
hesitated. Why was Negan asking him to take his shirt off? Negan crouched down
and leaned in.
 
“Take off your shirt before I take it off for you,” he threatened. Carl gulped
and took off his oversized sweatshirt. He felt himself shake slightly. He
wasn't especially self conscious or anything but he felt extremely vulnerable
in front of Negan like this. The older man rose to his feet and threaded the
leather between his hands.
 
“Stand up,” he instructed. Carl stood up and looked at the floor. Negan moved
in close to him and fixed the collar around his neck. Carl held his breathe as
Negan tightened the collar just enough so he could slide two fingers in. He
felt a small bout of panic rise in his throat. Once it was as tight as he
needed, he stepped in closer and reach around Carl's back. Carl went very
still, Negan's beard was just barely touching his own face and he could have
sworn he felt the man’s breath on the back of his hair. He groaned internally
wondering if Negan was testing him.


He noticed that there were more straps to this thing than just a collar. He
felt Negan’s hands float across his back and clasp a few straps together.Carl
felt an intense discomfort as he held his breath, if Negan didn't hurry he'd
pass out. Negan leaned into him as he buckled the bottom strap and Carl gasped
quietly, not expecting it. Negan chuckled and allowed his hands to trace the
harness around to Carl's stomach. He sucked in his stomach and tried to shrink
away. Negan took a step back and smirked.
 
“Look at you, now you're definitely my bitch!” Carl felt color flood to his
cheeks as he looked down at his body that was now strapped with red leather. He
grabbed Carl’s face and pushed him onto his knees. “Can you bark like a dog
boy?” His eyes shone with mirth at the look of disdain on Carl’s face.
 
There was no way Carl was going to bark like a dog for this man. Not like this.
He was bound in some kind of weird full body harness and he felt embarrassed
enough. He would rather get hit again. “Fuck you,” he spat out. Negan's grip
tightened on his face and Carl winced in pain.
 
“Don't try me boy,” he warned. Carl just stared at him defiantly.
 
Negan let go and laughed. “Damn! You got some spunk kid.” He leaned against the
desk and looked at Carl. “That's why I like you, you don't take shit from
anyone!”
 
Carl looked at the ground. He couldn't stand how temperamental Negan was. One
minute he was slapping the life out of him, the next minute he was praising
him. He wished that he was back home in Alexandria instead of here with this
lunatic. He would much rather be on the front lines, staring down Lucille than
here on the wrong side of the war. “What did this to you? You’re almost as
fucked in the head as I am.” His voice had a different tone to it this time.
 
Carl kept his mouth shut and didn’t look at Negan. He didn’t deserve to know
the way his brain worked. He wouldn't want to know. He was defiant because he
wanted Negan dead and Negan wouldn’t be the first life he took.
“You wanna know how fucked up I am?” He walked over to Carl and kneeled down to
look him in the eye. He reached out to loop a finger under one of the straps in
the red harness he snapped Carl into. “I’m so fucked up kid, that I put your
gay seventeen year old virgin ass in  a body harness that’s designed for sick
freaks like me to get off on!” He grabbed Carl’s chin and forced him to look
him in the eyes. “And you not knowing what bondage is, or knowing what this
harness means really turns me on kid.” His voice dropped to a growl. “And kid,
I’m not gay, I’ve never been attracted to pricks. But right now, I’m really
fucking hard.”
 
Carl’s eye went wide at Negan’s statement. He felt color rise in his cheeks and
he swallowed suddenly dehydrated. He didn’t mean that. He was fucking with his
head. Right? Negan watched his face carefully, he was quiet for once as he read
the teen’s face for a response. Carl was too floored to even know how to
respond. “Well?” Negan leaned in slightly. Carl involuntarily bit his lip and
tried to shrink away. He felt his body responding to this new information and
there was no way for him to hide it. “You fucking amaze me kid,” Negan
whispered. He held Carl’s gaze, his grip tightening on his chin. He finally
broke it, to rake his eyes down Carl’s body. His eyes hovered Carl’s obvious
arousal, while it wasn’t the most prominent, it was hard to ignore.
 
“Shit,” Negan released his grip on Carl’s face. He stood up and walked away,
over to the window and stretched his arms out to the ceiling. Negan shook his
head and groaned. “I swear kid, I’m more fucked in head than you realize.” Carl
snorted. No, he realized that Negan was pretty fucked up in the head already.
But he was curious to know exactly what kind of fucked up he was. Was he
attracted to Carl because he liked underage kids? He did say he was a teacher
before all of this. Then again Carl was almost eighteen and his wives were all
pretty grown in comparison.
 
Negan turned from the window and walked to the center of the room. “I could
make you strip for me, and beat you like a fucking dog. Or, I could fuck you
like a dog,” he growled. Carl’s eye widened and Negan shook his head. “No, not
like that. I don’t condone rape. You want me to fuck you,” he said. “At least,
that’s what it looks like you want.” He added, there was slight uncertainty in
his voice.
 
“No,” Carl spoke up. He didn’t want Negan to get this satisfaction. “I don’t
want you to touch me,” he ground out. He knew that his body betrayed his words
but he didn’t care. Negan bullied him enough, he wasn’t going to use Carl’s
confused sexuality against him. “Just because I--I’m going through something I
don’t fully understand, doesn’t mean I want you to clarify anything for me!”
Carl stood up and crossed his arms. He would take a stand against Negan however
he could.

Negan opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. Instead he just
shrugged and picked up the teen’s sweatshirt and tossed it to him. “Put your
clothes back on.” He turned and Carl saw the vein in his neck throb. He took a
series of deep breathes before turning back to the teen. “Whatever the fuck you
want than kid. I’ll still sleep at night.” When Carl put his sweatshirt back on
so only the collar of the harness was showing, Negan opened the door. “It’s
time to go get some fucking chow,” he called over his shoulder.Carl silently
followed, telling himself he had made the right decision.
***** Frustration *****
Chapter Summary
     Carl can't handle the tension any longer and decides to take matters
     into his own hands.
Chapter Notes
     Carl is on the cusp of turning 18, in fact this story will deal with
     his eighteenth birthday. Negan still won't change his attitude
     overnight. He's on the fence about his own feelings toward Carl. Not
     100% certain what direction I want to take his "fascination" yet.
     Also, [TW] for knife use and bloodplay(?)
Negan didn't say a word to Carl all night, he led him to dinner, where Carl
assumed his usual degrading position on the floor. The teen wasn't used to the
older man being so quiet. He usually antagonized him one way or the other.
Carl’s stomach churned the entire time and he couldn't eat, so he picked at his
food and took a few bites here or there. But by the time the chow hall cleared
out, more than half of his food went untouched. Negan had no trouble scarfing
his own food down like nothing happened between the two of them. 
 
Negan had to have been playing with his emotions. The night that he spanked
him, his face had been a mask of disgust and anger at Carl’s inability to
control himself. He couldn't understand how someone went from being that
sickened by him to wanting to have sex with him. Was the man really that
crazy? 
 
His train of thought continued as they made their way back to Negan’s room.
Carl went to his spot on the floor and Negan went into the bathroom to shower.
Why was this happening? Why was he here instead of back home with the people he
loved? Carl was tired of this. Tired of having someone in his head all the
time. It was absolutely maddening. He laid down and closed his eyes, Negan came
out of the bathroom and turned the lights off without saying anything to him.
The man crawled into bed and turned onto his side. 
 
Carl pulled at the uncomfortable harness that he was wearing. He was supposed
to sleep in this? He groaned and turned onto his back. He was still semi hard
because of what Negan had told him. He winced at how uncomfortable he felt.
What if he had said yes? Would Negan have actually taken him then and there?
Had Negan ever had sex with a man before? Carl never thought much about what
sex would be like. For a teenager, his mind was focused on survival. Not
whether or not he was ever going to get any action.
 
Negan on the other hand had a harem and got to live his life before all of
this. Negan knew that he liked sex and that he wanted to keep doing it. Carl's
stomach flipped. At least Negan was experienced. If he did want to get laid, he
just blew his opportunity. Against his better judgement, Carl slid a hand into
his sweatpants and grasped his semi hard cock. He wanted to experience the kind
of things that Negan had. He wanted to know what it felt like to give into
these urges that everyone else around him did when they felt so inclined.
 
He glanced at the bed to make sure that Negan was asleep and tugged at himself
experimentally. He had never played with himself before because he was never
this frustrated. Carl was uncertain at first and went as slow as possible
before he worked his way up to full speed. His breathing became shallow and he
tried to keep as quiet as possible, but a strangled whimper or two escaped his
lips despite his efforts.
 
He closed his eyes and imagined that it was Negan's hand jerking him off. He
groaned as he got closer and closer. He heard the bed creak and he froze. Negan
turned onto his side away from Carl and the teen’s stomach dropped. Did Negan
hear him? No, Negan tossed and turned all the time.
 
Carl got up and made his way to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror
and pushed his sweatpants down to his ankle he stared at himself as he grabbed
his throbbing cock and finished the job. His face burned with the embarrassment
of what he was doing. Using the thought of a man who he wanted dead to get his
rocks off.
A sick image came to mind as he imagined riding Negan on the large bed. He was
naked, without even so much as a bandage, and his hands were spread out across
Negan's broad chest, that for some reason was still clothed in a white t shirt
and a pair of blue jeans that were pulled down just enough for Carl to straddle
his large cock. Negan's eye were closed as he let the teen go at his own pace.
Carl whimpered as Negan's hands squeezed at his waist, urging him to keep
going. "There's a good fucking boy," Negan growled as Carl's whimpers got
louder and more frequent. Suddenly, Negan's thrusts became more urgent and Carl
carefully slid a hand under the pillow and pulled out a large knife. Just as
Negan opened his eyes to see what was happening, Carl drove the knife into the
side of his neck. Carl watched as blood gargled and started to spew out of the
man's throat. Negan's mouth opened in shock, but no words came out. The older
man's large cock began to convulse inside of him and then.....


He came, and this time he actually felt what it was like to orgasm properly. He
flushed as he noticed that he had gotten his cum all over the sink. Quickly and
quietly he took some toilet paper and wiped everything up. “What the hell is
wrong with me?” He muttered under his breath. He pulled his sweatpants back on
and sat down next to the tub, his head in his hands. He felt his body quickly
grow cold with an icy sense of shame. His stomach churned at the image that
burned in his mind. He wanted Negan dead, but imagining the older man with a
knife in his throat while he rode his dick to his death wasn't exactly the kind
of victory he wanted.
 
Was he as fucked up as Negan was? Carl never before had a fantasy as dirty or
vile as that. He felt himself start to tear up as his breath became shallow.
What was happening to him? Before he knew what as happening, Carl fell asleep
there against the tub. 
-----------
 
“What the fuck are you doing in the bathroom kid? You just scared the ever
loving shit out of me!” Carl awoke with a jolt at Negan's voice. Shit. He fell
asleep in the bathroom. He hoped that wouldn't look suspicious at all. “Sorry
if the bedroom is too hot princess but I can't sleep in cold weather.”
 
 Carl didn't say anything as he got up and sauntered out of the bathroom.
Apparently getting off last night drained him like a battery. He simply
returned to the bedroom and waited for Negan to get dressed for the day. Carl
realized in that moment that he had also slept in his day clothes. Oh well.
Maybe if he stank them enough, Negan would allow him to wear something less
awful.
 
After Negan got dressed, they made their way to the dining area. Negan grabbed
a set of silverware and put it on Carl's tray. The teen looked at him but was
afraid to say anything and revoke the privilege he was just granted. He took
his usual seat on the floor and ate quietly, not daring to try psychoanalyzing
the older man today. Negan spent his meal, watching the saviors mill about, but
keeping any smart comments to himself.
 
When he finally finished eating, Negan pushed his chair back and folded his
hands in his lap. He turned a careful eye on Carl and measured his next few
words. “We’re gonna pay your daddy a visit,” he began. Carl pushed his tray
away and focused his eyes on the legs of the chair the older man sat in. He
didn’t say anything as he listened. “Don’t play any funny games while we’re
there kid. First of all, you’re my prisoner. I will kill you in a second if you
try to make a run for it and then I will kill your dad and everyone else you
fucking love,” he growled. Carl nodded his head slightly.
 
Negan titled his head for a moment. “Take off your shirt kid,” he instructed.
Carl swallowed and took off his sweater. Negan looked at him carefully. “Man,
would I like to see the look on Rick’s sorry face if I led you into Alexandria
dressed like that.” he chuckled, and leaned forward. “Sadly, even I have some
sense of mercy and I know that would be like kicking a man when he’s down.” He
reached a hand out and touched one of the leather straps that crossed the boy’s
chest. Carl felt his breath hitch in his throat as he tried to stay still. He
knew that Negan was trying to get  a rise out of him. Thankfully, Carl’s
experimenting last night in the bathroom left him feeling calm and collected
compared to how he would have felt if he hadn’t taken care of himself. He
glanced up to see Negan studying his face carefully. He tried to turn away but
Negan wrapped his fingers around the harness and yanked him forward. Carl
stumbled onto his knees to keep himself from falling onto his face.  
 
“You aren’t very discreet kid,” he whispered in Carl’s ear. The teen felt his
face burn. So Negan did hear him. “It fucking hurts me, that I offered to help
you on a silver fucking platter but you’d rather do it yourself.” he growled.
“I--i didn’t mean.” Carl began. Negan laughed and released his grip on his
harness. “Whatever kid, I get it. I wouldn’t want to fuck me if I were you
either.” He stood up and shrugged. “Put your sweater on, it’s time to go,” he
turned and left Carl to think about what just happened.
 
 
***** The Visit *****
Chapter Summary
     Negan takes Carl on a field trip to visit his dad.
Chapter Notes
     Feedback is much appreciated!! Sorry for the delay, I'm working on 2
     other fics right now. One is already posted, the other will be a
     oneshot that will be posted soon!
The ride to Alexandria was long and quiet. For once, Negan did not talk Carl’s
ears off in the front of the utility truck that the older man had chosen for
their trip. Carl was thankful for this small mercy and prayed that it was not
indicative of any particular plotting that was going on in the man’s head.
Negan was temperamental at best, but some days he acted out of character. Those
were the days that Carl feared him the most. Those were the warning signs that
Negan intended to punish someone. And his punishments weren't kind. They were
cruel and violent and left no room for any sort of mercy. If he was ever
capable of such an emotion.
 
Lucille sat between them, and the inanimate object brought a wave of emotions
to Carl’s mind that he could not deal with. So he edged as close to the door as
possible and focused out the window. Negan looked at him when he did this but
said nothing.
 
He thought about what his life had become. He had been taken from his friends
and family and found himself sleeping on the floor of the enemy every night,
being treated like a dog and disrespected every single fucking day. And the
most damning part of it all was that a small part of him enjoyed all of this.
 
Carl couldn’t figure out exactly why he was so attracted to the man sitting
next to him. Was it because Negan was the first person to actually expose him
to any kind of sexual act? Had Carl always been attracted to men? He racked his
brain trying to think of any occasion in which he had been aroused and he could
find none. He had been so focused on surviving that the thought of sex never
really crossed his mind. There was Enid, but he had never thought about her in
a sexual way. She was a good friend to him, that much was certain. But he
didn’t look at her and fantasize about her.
 
He shifted in his seat as he turned to focus on the sight of Alexandria
approaching. He felt his stomach sink as they pulled up to the main gate. He
wanted to run, as soon as that gate opened. He wanted to return to his family
and get out of this fucked up situation. He didn’t want to play Negan’s games
anymore. But before he could formulate any sort of plan, Negan spoke, instantly
crushing his idea.
 
“Kid, if you try to run I will have my boys come in here and kill everyone you
fucking know.” Negan threatened Carl nodded and turned his focus away and to
the guard who whistled down to someone one the other side of the wall.  
 
 Rick appeared, standing atop the wall with the guard, someone Carl recognized
from around Alexandria. Negan opened the door to the truck and got out, the
teen followed suit and gave his faced a look that screamed ‘help me’. He saw
his father’s eyes narrow in concern but Negan spoke before Rick could fully
grasp what was going on.
 
“Hello, Rick the Prick. I come bearing good news !” Negan instantly turned on
the bravado and Carl was shocked to see how easily the man could go from silent
and brooding to his usual over the top self.
 
“As you can see, your boy is alive and fucking well. In fact, he’s doing a hell
of a lot better at my place. You know we got bacon at my place? It’s pretty
damn swell,” Negan continued.
 
Carl noticed that his father’s hand was hovering above the gun on his hip.
 
“Now, before you do anything that you are gonna regret. I just wanna bring
little Carl in with me so you and I can have a talk. See, I am PISSED that you
tried to kill me and my men. But, I think that you’re more useful to me alive.
If you don’t wanna talk, that’s fine. I’ll take baby boy back home with me and
he and I will have some fun. See, I feel bad that he’s walking around with an
eye missing. I’ve been wanting to make the other one match,” Negan motioned to
Carl and the teen rolled his eye.
 
Yeah fucking right. He knew that Negan wasn’t going to blind him. What good
would he be to the savior's if their favorite bargaining tool got damaged? Rick
motioned for his men to open the gate and Negan grabbed Carl by the forearm and
pushed him ahead like a human shield.
 
Without speaking, Rick led them to the house Carl and his family lived. He held
the door open and as Negan pushed Carl through, Rick mouthed ‘It’s gonna be
okay,’. Carl sure hoped so. He was ready to come home but something told him
that Negan wasn’t gonna give him up just yet.
 
Negan sat down on the living room sofa and motioned for Carl to sit next to
him. The teen did as he told and looked at the floor. He suddenly felt very
aware of the harness that he was wearing and remembered Negan saying that it
was meant to arouse certain people. Shame washed over him as he realized he
would die if his dad knew what had gone on the past several days.
 
Rick chose not to stand, instead, he hovered in front of them, arms folded as
he paced back and forth. Negan watched the other man pace with amused look on
his face.
 
“Carl, has he hurt you?” Ricked asked, turning to look at his son.
 
The teen shook his head at his father, not wanting to say anything stupid that
could tip Negan’s mood over the edge. Negan hadn’t hurt him. Much. Sure, he
beat the shit out of him psychologically, but physically, he was fine.
 
“Let’s cut the chase, Prick. Your son is fine. I haven’t touched a hair on his
pretty little head. But if you love him, you better do as I say from now on.”
He placed a hand on Carl’s thigh.
 
“Because right now, Carl belong to ME. He is my fucking property until you earn
him back. Do you understand me?” A grin spread across Negan’s face as he
watched Rick’s eyes narrow at the sight of him touching his son’s thigh.
 
Rick stopped pacing and took a step forward. “Why should I trust you?” He asked
through gritted teeth. Negan laughed.
 
“Do you love your boy? That should be reason enough, Rick.” Negan’s hand crept
up Carl’s thigh and the teen shifted uncomfortably. Rick stepped forward and
kicked the table in warning. “Don’t you touch my son!” He threatened.
 
Negan raised an eyebrow, he didn’t removed his hand however. “Calm down Prick,
I haven’t been fiddling your boy…..yet.” he added.
 
Rick’s eyes flashed with anger and he charged at Negan, stepping over the small
coffee table. Negan was faster and he grabbed Lucille and hit Rick at the knee,
crumpling the other man to the floor. Carl’s heart raced, seeing his father hit
by the bat.
 
 He jumped up and tried to tackle Negan to the ground, but the older man shoved
him back onto the couch. He pointed the bat at his chest. “Don’t EVER fucking
try that shit on me again, boy!” he yelled.
 
He turned to Rick who was lying on the floor, blood blooming through his khaki
pants. He was clutching at his knee, eyes closed in pain. Carl sat on the
couch, unable to move thanks to the baseball bat that was pointed at his chest.
His eye was wide with fear as he tried to think of some way out of this.
 
“Fucking hell, you people are dumber than I thought!” Negan yelled.
 
He turned as the sound of footsteps approached. Dwight stood in the doorway, a
frown on his face. He held an assault rifle in his hand, and he was tensed,
ready to move. Carl looked up at him, hoping to god that he wasn’t planning on
using that thing on either of them. He didn’t know what side of the fence the
man was truly on.
 
Negan crouched down and grabbed Rick’s face. “Listen here Prick, you come at me
like that again, and I swear to god I will end your son’s life in front of you,
before I blot out your sorry fucking existence and incase you’ve forgotten, I
have more men than you and they are ALL outside, ready to fucking light this
place up! And I know, you are not ready for war you sorry bastard!” Negan
squeezed Rick’s jaw tight.
 
Carl leaned forward and wished desperately that he had some way of killing
Negan without getting shot to death by the man standing in the doorway.  
 
“I will be back in two fucking weeks Rick. I will have even more men with me
than I have now. You will have guns, ammo, and food for me, just like you did
before and if you don’t I will personally take that boy’s head off of his
fucking shoulders before you can do shit to stop me,” he growled.
 
Negan released his grip on Rick’s face and turned to Carl. “Get up, we’re
leaving.” he barked. Carl nodded submissively and got up, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’
to his father who watched them walk out the door with pain in his eyes. The
older man pushed Carl onto the porch and turned to speak with Dwight. Before
Carl even stepped two feet out the door, he heard a gunshot.
 
Carl’s heart stopped and he turned to run back into the house to see what had
just happened. He heard several yells outside, and the sound of doors slamming.
Michonne’s voice was the first that he heard as Negan grabbed him by the arm,
stopping him from running inside. Negan dragged him down the steps and ignored
the sounds of Michonne rallying people together.
 
Carl couldn’t make out what was happening, his vision was clouded by a red fog.
He couldn’t hear anything but the sound of gunshots. People were running in all
directions but Negan continued to drag him by his arms. Carl felt as though his
arm was going to pop out of its socket. But the pain was the only thing keeping
him from losing his shit.
 
Dwight killed his father. He wasn’t on their side. His father was dead. Negan
had his father killed. So many thoughts were screaming in his head, he didn’t
even flinch when Carl threw him in the back of the truck and threw a rucksack
over his head…….




***** Downward Spiral *****
Chapter Summary
     Carl tries to come to grips with what transpired at Alexandria and
     Negan gets inside his head.
Negan yanked Carl toward one of the trucks and opened the door, dragging a
struggling Carl into the truck after him. The young man wouldn’t stop screaming
as he banged his fist against the truck. “YOU KILLED HIM,” he screamed “YOU
FUCKING BASTARD, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.” Carl felt hot tears streaming down his
face as he fought to get out of Negan’s grasp. The older man held him tight
with one hand as he started the truck with the other.
“Shut the fuck up kid,” he barked at the teen who wouldn’t stop moving. Negan
tried to drown out the kid’s whining as he followed the convoy that had started
out of the compound as bullets ricocheted off the thin metal. He felt Carl
struggling to escape his grip and finally he couldn’t take it any longer.
 
“Carl, if you don’t shut the fuck up. I am going to backhand you so hard you
are going to be sleeping for weeks!”, Carl sniffed but quieted down for a
moment. The older man released his grip and put both hands on the steering
wheel.
The rest of the ride back to the Sanctuary was quiet and tense as the two sat
in silence contemplating the consequences of what had just transpired. When
they pulled into the Sanctuary, Negan got out first and held the door open for
Carl who followed him out. The teen didn’t listen to a word he was telling the
other saviors. His eyes were clouded red as he looked at the older man and he
tried not the lose his shit.
He wanted to tackle Negan to the ground and rip his eyes out of his head. He
wanted to make him bleed from every single fucking orifice in his body. But
Carl was in no such position to do so. He was skinny and weak because Negan
didn’t feed him enough. He was in no condition to take him head on. So he would
sit and wait. Carl would find the right time to kill him for what just
transpired. Or he would die trying to avenge his father.
“Hey prick, are you coming or not?” Carl hadn’t noticed that Negan had finished
talking and was waiting for him to follow him into the compound. Carl looked at
the ground and slowly took steps to meet the older man. Every step felt like
lead as he tried to make his way up the stairs. His heart sounded like thunder
in his chest as he tried to follow the man who just ruined his family. He
somehow managed to pass Negan and walk down the hall to the room he shared with
this monster. After he crossed the threshold, Negan followed suit and slammed
the door behind them.
Carl looked up with his good eye and watched Negan take off his dirty leather
jacket and throw it on the couch. He sat on the bed and rubbed his face with
both hands before his tired eyes rested on Carl. “You are the biggest fucking
headache,” Negan grumbled. Carl didn’t say anything nor did he move from his
spot near the door. “You’re such a fucking drama queen,” he said more under his
breath than to Carl. The young man flexed his hands as he stood there.
Negan began to chuckle as he stood up and cracked his knuckles. “You look like
you wanna hit me boy. Do you want to fucking lay one on me?”
Carl blinked and shook his head. He definitely wanted to beat the shit out of
Negan but he didn’t want to play Negan’s game.
“Go ahead little boy,” Negan took a step forward. “Don’t fucking lie to me, you
want to hit me.” He moved directly in front of Carl and turned his cheek so
that Carl had a clean blow. “Lay one on me kid, I fucking deserve it.”
Carl felt his blood boil at the way Negan was taunting him. He curled his fist
into tense balls and tried to control the shaking in his bones. Negan let out
an audible pouting noise at his lack of action. “I thought you had balls kid, I
guess I was wrong,” Negan laughed and took a step away from Carl and looked
down at him with a dark glint in his eyes. “I just fucking killed your daddy
and you can’t even look me in the eye you little bitch.”
As soon as the last syllable left Negan’s mouth, something uncollied inside of
Carl and he felt himself move in an auto-pilot. He rushed toward Negan and
shoved the older man off balance. Negan grunted, not prepared for the attack
and Carl climbed on top of him and started bringing his first down on the older
man’s face. The younger man could only get three weak hits in before Negan
shoved him off and got on top, he pinned Carl’s hands above his head. “Enough!”
He barked, spit landing on Carl’s face.
“Fine, you got your hit in. Shit. That wasn’t fucking fair kid.” he was
breathing heavy and Carl felt a pit of fear develop in his stomach. Negan’s
eyes locked with his as they darkened into a look that made the younger man
want to shrink into a ball. “Fucking surprised you’re still that strong kid,
you’re skinny as a fucking twig lately. I need to feed you more. Fatten my
bitch up a little.” one of Negan’s hand left his wrists and it moved to grab
him by the cheek. He brought his face down to Carl’s and rested his forehead on
his. Carl closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was somewhere else.
“You must be so full of rage, pure fucking rage,” Negan mumbled. His breath
tickled Carl’s face and the boy flinched. “Imagine what a person could do, full
of so much anger. You could do fucking anything,” Carl shivered as he tried to
shrink away. Negan inhaled and slowly tilted his head so that his nose was
touching the side of Carl’s face.
“What happened today...it’s not what you think,” Negan breathed. Carl felt his
body tense. “Whatever you think happened tonight, probably isn’t further from
the truth,” he continued. The hand around Carl’s wrists tightened. “But for you
to ever find out the truth about what happened today, you have to play by my
rules. You….are...mine,” he moved so that his lips hovered above Carl’s ear.
“If you forget that, things could get a whole lot worse.”
Carl felt his heart skip a beat. Was Negan saying that his father was still
alive? Or was he fucking with his head? He tried to work through his emotions
as he felt Negan’s tongue flick against his earlobe. He felt his body twitch at
the unexpected action. “Negan, what--” he felt the odd sensation against his
earlobe and paused. “Is my father alive?” Negan chuckled against his ear. “How
the hell should I know?” he grumbled as he nipped his teeth against Carl’s ear.
“I asked Dwighty boy if he took care of him,” he continued, his voice dropping
in octave as he went on. “He said he did..Honestly Carl, I don’t give a shit if
he’s alive or dead. Do I have the capacity to find out? Of course. All I have
to do is ask...but do you really want the answer to that question?” Carl swore
out loud as Negan bit down hard on his earlobe.
“Shit!” he felt his blood rush to his groin all of the sudden and he shuddered.
“Yes, I need to know.” he ground out. Negan pulled away and sat up, releasing
Carl’s hands. He chuckled and shook his head. “Of course you do.” Carl’s face
flushed at the sudden rush of cold air and loss of contact. His eyes locked
with Negan’s and the older man placed a hand on the center of his stomach.
“I’ll find out whatever you want to know, if you give me what I want.” his hand
trailed lower.
“What’s that?” Carl asked quietly. His voice felt trapped in his own throat as
Negan’s fingers rested on his waistband.
Negan smirked and didn’t say anything. His brought his other hand to the
waistband on Carl’s sweats. “Right now? I want you to go and take a fucking
shower. You stink, no offense.” Carl flushed. “Then, I want you to go the fuck
to sleep because we have an early start to the day tomorrow.” Carl groaned as
Negan stood up, his stomach twisting and turning with confusion at what was
happening. Why was Negan doing this? Was his father alive or dead? And why did
his body betray him like this? He slowly got up and moved to the bathroom as if
he was in a trance and tried not to pass out from the overwhelming weight in
his chest.
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