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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_Lori_Grimes,
      mentioned_other_characters
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_No
      Zombie_Apocalypse, Explicit_Language, Fluff_and_Angst, Emotional_Hurt/
      Comfort, Negan_(Walking_Dead)_Being_an_Asshole, Protective_Rick_Grimes,
      Carl_seducing_Negan, Teacher_Negan_(Walking_Dead), Eventual_Smut, Negan
      is_a_tease, Emotional_Manipulation, Depressed_Carl, Worried_Rick_Grimes,
      Father-Son_Relationship
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      Published: 2017-11-10 Updated: 2018-03-23 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3799
****** This Little Game of Yours ******
by Arcane_Angel
Summary
     New freshman, Carl Grimes, is relentless when it comes to trying to
     seduce his Health and Physical Education teacher, Negan. His teacher
     on the other hand is very stern about telling him "no" despite
     wanting Carl just as bad if not more. Negan loves being wanted by the
     boy, and finds it just as entertaining to play along with Carl, but
     It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Luckily for Carl, his
     father is always there to comfort him
Notes
     This is my second Carl x Negan fic, and i haven't exactly formed the
     plot other than it might feature Carl x Rick but nothing smuty. Just
     fluff. - i just sort of write what i feel would/ should happen, so if
     you have any suggestions please let me know! i would love to hear
     your ideas! i haven't exactly decided how long this fic should be
     either. I may write only a few chapters, or condense it into one big
     one. i may just make it more lengthy depending on how i want to
     proceed. It just depends on how i feel about it later on. Either way
     i may edit it frequently, so the tags and such may change as i go. I
     assure you Cegan fans that smut will be in the future though!
***** Carl's Game *****
"Carl, you know I can't do that." Negan stood with his hand on his hip, and the
other firmly planted on the desk as he bent over it, looking eye level at the
pouting teen in front of him.
Crossing his arms, Carl sighed, "You can't or you should't?"
Negan sucked in his lower lip, contemplating. "You're not just fuckin' around
are you?" He tilted his head as a small grin tugged at his lips. "You're
seriously into me, kid?"
Carl met Negan's eyes bravely with his one good one, despite being so
intimidated that he was nearly shaking. His brow furrowed at the blatant
answer. "Why else would I go through all this trouble for an asshole like you?"
He snapped back.
Negan's smirk increased in size, "Damn," He shook his head, in both awe and
disbelief, fighting back a laugh. He sauntered over to the other side of the
desk, bringing himself only inches away from Carl with a dark amusement as he
watched the boy's pupils dilate. . "I've been asking myself the same question
since this little game of yours started. "
"You know why- we both do. I know you want me. Hell, you've even fucking told
me- Its your fault for making me do this to begin with. " Carl countered.
"Well pardon me for being an "asshole" for following the rules, but all this
trouble you made to get here is all on you. You got here all by yourself. Don't
put that shit on me. Getting detention was your idea- even though i gotta say,
for a smart kid like you, doin' it the way you did was pretty damn stupid. "
"It worked though didn't it? I'm here aren't I? Who cares if I didn't turn in a
few assignments! " Carl argued, "And when have you ever cared about the rules?"
Sighing, exasperated, Negan couldn't help but continue, "Kid- it is never just
the rules. I got my morals too. I ain't fuckin' some fifteen year old, no
matter how cute they may be. Just wait until you graduate. If you are still
interested then, I'll show you a time you won't forget- but for now it ain't
happening."
"Why the hell not?!"
Negan couldn't help but find Carl's childish rage endearing even though he
explained himself time after time again. It was fucking adorable, and honestly,
he'd love to give the kid what he asked for and more. "Carl, as much as I would
LOVE to have your sweet little ass, I can't do it. THAT would be against the
law and I sure as shit wouldn't risk my job or getting thrown to jail by your
daddy just to get laid by a kid!"
Carl looked at the man defensively, angry that he didn't have anything to say
against that. Negan caught on, feeling like he was winning this round, and
continued. "And nothin' against you kid- your little crush on me is flattering
as hell an' all, but you are just another horny- hormonal teen who wants to get
off. In two weeks you'll be wanting someone else's dick. At least if we wait
until you're older you'll be mature enough to know what you really want-"
"Fuck you, Negan!" Carl grabbed his backpack and flung it over his shoulder as
he made his way towards the door.
"Yeah, keep on trying." He mused, chuckling darkly as he rested against his
desk, watching an angry Carl walk out again; a both familiar and bitter sweet
sight. He felt a sense of pride knowing he'd be back for more the following
day. He always comes back for more. The kid was relentless and he loved it, and
maybe Negan himself was a little ruthless, but he couldn't help finding that
boy's pouty lips just fucking perfect. He imagined they would look good wrapped
around his dick. He wasn't too opposed to that idea.
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When Carl got home, he bitterly came through the front door, and kicked his
shoes off, thinking about his damn teacher and why he was so against being with
him in that way. It didn't make any sense. He admitted he wanted him so why not
just go for it? Slamming his backpack down in the corner, he stormed off into
the kitchen, not acknowledging his father greeting him from the couch, until
his name was being called.
"Carl?"
The boy's anger froze, and he turned halfway to meet Rick's puzzled gaze once
getting a soda from the refrigerator.
"Nother' Rough day?" The man asked gently, becoming relieved when he saw Carl's
tension melt away from a sigh as he approached.
Flopping on the couch, next to his father, Carl nodded his head, "Yup."
"Seem to be having a lot of them anymore. Everything okay, Carl?" Rick asked,
genuinely concerned. It wasn't like his son to be this way. He was usually
pretty level headed but since high school came around, Rick noticed a change in
Carl. At first it was subtle, and he just figured it was the normal mood swings
that teens often dealt with, but as the weeks progressed, he wasn't too sure.
If he didn't come home angry and ranting about everything that wasn't really
the matter, he'd be giddy and happy for seemingly no reason. He figured a girl
had to do with it, He was fortunate to have a son who was well adjusted for the
most part despite being self conscious due to his injury. To be fair though, he
didn't think it took away from his son's appearance- especially since he hid
what was left of his eye under a bandage beneath his long hair. But according
to Carl, he had given up on that sort of thing since he lost his eye in an
accident. Rick could understand to some degree. He hadn't wanted anyone since
he lost Lori when Carl was younger. He figured his son would come out of his
shell eventually though.
Carl always hated seeing the worry in his dad's eyes. It made him feel
vulnerable, but not necessarily in a bad way. It made him feel like he owed
Rick every detail, but he felt guilty to do so, which didn't go unnoticed by
his police officer father. Deep down, he knew Negan was right and it was wrong,
but it stung to know he couldnt have Rick help him through it. - at least not
directly. "People piss me off," Carl settled for.
Rick nodded his head once, in full understanding, not daring to scold him for
language. It no longer seemed necessary. "Yeah? What did they do to piss you
off?"
Carl was quiet momentarily, sipping his drink to hide his lack of an
explanation. Rick saw through it of course.
"Is it a girl problem-? Bullying? Because, Carl, I've already said i can
transfer you to-"
"No!" Carl interrupted, "No- its not.." He sighed, fumbling to find what to
say, "its..." He looked down, "its stupid.."
"Carl..." Rick gave him the look.
"I just don't understand why people do- or don't do certain things..."
"What sort of things?" Rick asked, staring intensely at his nervous boy.
"I don't know... " He leaned against Rick's shoulder, effectively preventing
further questions from his father. It wasn't often that Carl asked for comfort
in physical affection, so when he did, Rick liked to deliver when he could.
They both expected the conversation to cease after Rick's arm curled around
Carl's shoulders, but then Carl decided to start it up again, "Hey Dad...Would
it be bad if it was a guy problem ...and not a girl problem?" He looked up into
his father's familiar blue eyes that matched his own.
He was surprised by the question, but certainly not uncomfortable with it. in
fact, he was glad that Carl was comfortable enough to ask such a thing. "Of
course not, Carl... Do you think its bad?" Rick asked in return.
Carl smiled slightly and shook his head no.
"What ever it is bothering you, I know you'll figure it out..." Rick gently
held the back of Carl's neck, sliding his hand up and down it to comfort him.
"I love you, Carl..."
" I love you too, Dad..."
***** Round Two *****
Chapter Summary
     It's the next day at school and Negan decides to play along with
     Carl's games.
By now Carl knew skipping school the day after Negan disappointing him became
pointless, and it caused more problems for him than anything else so he didn't
bother asking Rick to stay home. He rolled out of bed groggily and headed to
the bathroom, where Rick was finishing up getting ready.
“morning, I'll get out of here in a sec-” Rick said, spraying a bit of cologne
on his uniform before walking past Carl, rubbing his messy long hair on the way
out. Carl offered him a smile before shutting the door.
He didn't feel much better after his shower, especially when he cleaned off the
steamy mirror and saw the hole in his head in place of an eye. It made his
stomach queasy every time he saw it. Even so, he wrapped his healed wound
again, cursing it as he did so.
When he was fully dressed, he made his way downstairs, sighing. Today was going
to be one of those days...
Rick saw it too, but he was supportive of him. Carl appreciated it, he really
did, but it wasn't enough to fill the hole it left. Rick offered him a
remorseful smile when he watched his son emerge from the hallway into the
kitchen. “I don't have to be in for another half-hour. Want me to drop you
off?”
“No" Carl said, ripping off the wrapper off a smores flavored poptart and
breaking off pieces to munch on.
“Carl..” Rick said sadly, reaching across the table to touch his son's hand.
“Will you talk to me?”
Carl couldn't. He shook his head mournfully with a mouth full of poptart. “It's
fine. “ he murmured once swallowing.
Rick gave Carl that look. That damn look, and Carl rolled his eye. “Dad- I'm
already a big enough freak as it is without being dropped off in a police car
to add on to it-" he snapped, regretting it immediately. “Dad- I'm sorry, I
didn't, mean.”
Rick was good at hiding his feelings, but he was also good at expressing them
silently, and Carl felt his heart drop to his stomach. “Dad… im sorry.”
Rick nodded and grabbed his keys, walking out the door. “I love you Carl.”
Carl just wanted to cry. He hated making his dad feel this way. He never means
to. He wished he could explain it to him, but what do you say? He was broken,
physically and mentally, and on top of all of that, he was in love with an
asshole teacher who liked teasing him about it. He couldn't exactly explain
that to his father. Ugh.
 
He wished the walk to school took longer, but it flew by no matter how slow he
went, staring at his feet and listening to Nirvana, time escaped him and he was
already in the building before he knew it.
He sat with his group of “friends” in the cafeteria as he normally did. Sophia
and Enid were looking at something on Sophia’s phone, both of them giggling.
Enid playfully elbowed Ron, and meanwhile Carl silently read some manga he
found in the library with an earbud in one ear. Occasionally his eye would pop
up from the book and roam around, and the last time he did, his veins ran cold.
There he fucking was- standing in the hall, greeting people with a giant grin.
Carl, already feeling flustered tried to avert his eyes, but it was too late
and the teacher made eye contact with an amused expression. Negan
Carl's face flushed and he darted his head down.
“You okay, Carl?” Sophia asked, prompting the other two to look at the teen.
“yeah…”
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Negan couldn't help himself from the temptation of tormenting his eye candy. He
wasn't on cafeteria duty but he was curious to see if a particular one eyed,
badass, sweet ass kid would show up. He usually bailed the day after a
“confrontation.” he couldn't blame him really, because sometimes things got
heated and it was easier to not deal with it. Yesterday was no exception. Carl
left pretty angry, and honestly Negan regretted a few words. He doubted he
would show up, but even so, he had the habit to come down and check for
himself. It was a pleasant surprise too- he actually did show up.
He seemed quiet as always, sitting at the head of the table, like the
thoughtful, young alpha male he was. The other three sitting at the round table
were all a seat away, like no one dared be that close to such glory, but he
could see they wanted to. The girls at least. He could tell the blonde and
brunette were both into him, but it was Carl who kept them at a distance, and
he wondered why that was. They were cute girls. He could have them both if he
played his cards right. He chuckled then, remembering just who it was that he
was dealing with. Nah, he thought. Carl was too good for them. He was beyond
proud to be the object of said boy's infatuation.
While he was lost in thought, he saw that bright baby blue look up wearily
through his veil of hair until their eyes connected, and Carl visibly startled,
like a deer in headlights. His sweet little bambi.
Seeing his face turn that red was a victory for Negan, and it took everything
he had not to just walk up to him and lay it all out on the table. He had to
keep his composure though. He just had to wait a little longer for the bell.
It rang, and the kids went to their classrooms in a scurry. His eyes were still
fixed on Carl, and the boy made it painfully obvious that he was trying to
avoid it. Something was off about him today. Negan decided it was his turn to
be bold.
“Hey Grimes! Wasn't sure I'd see you today.” He chuckled, but the accusing
glare Carl flashed went without saying that he was not in the mood.
He tried to walk away but the man stopped him with a strong hand to the
shoulder. “Wait" he singsonged. “I've been meaning to have a little chat with
you.” His voice grew quiet. “Walk with me.”
Carl didn't have the strength to deal with him right now, and he knew it wasn't
going to be a talk he was willing to have. “Not now, Negan…” Carl sighed.
“Whoa, since when don't YOU wanna talk to ME? “ he laughed, “What's your deal,
kid?”
Carl defensively shrugged the man's hand off of his shoulder, and walked ahead
of him. “I don't have a deal. You do.“
“Bullshit.” Negan stopped, making Carl turn to look at him, his eye wide.
Carl was at a loss for words, and for a moment, it seemed Negan was too.
“You're not all heartbroken and mad about yesterday are you?” Negan asked, and
it almost sounded genuine if it wasn't for the melodramatic hand against his
chest suggesting otherwise.
Carl scoffed, “I have to go to class. Shouldn't you be worried about “being
seen with me" like usual?”
“Not when you've got a big bug up your ass.”
“I don't have a-" Carl sighed, not seeing a way out of this, and stepped to the
side, away from the kids walking through the hall. Negan leaned against the
wall, listening as Carl and he was utterly dumbfounded at what he had to say.
“the only big thing that should be in my ass is you “
“Damn,” Negan whispered, his lips curling up to reveal his dangerous, pearly
white smile. A dark chuckle rattled his voice while he shook his head in
disbelief. “You did not just say that.”
“So what if I did?” Carl tried.
Sucking in his bottom lip, Negan looked over the young man, trying to ignore
the heat pooling in his lower stomach, “How bout’ another detention?”
Carl felt his own lips curl into a smile at that. Maybe today would be a good
one after all.
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Physical Education was the last class of the day for Carl. The way their school
was set up, they would do a semester of bookwork in the classroom, and a
semester of physical activity in the gym. They were in the health portion, and
just finished the nutrition unit, which in Negan’s literal words, was “boring
as hell." Carl had to admit, good looks aside, Negan made it fun to learn
about.
Carl was first in the classroom, as usual, and Negan himself, being the last,
like always. Carl didn't mind. It gave him time to flip ahead in the unit to
see what they were doing next, but sometimes Negan would surprise them and skip
around. The assignment was already listed on the board, so Carl got a head
start and started working through the first ten questions in the book.
“Good Afternoon!” Negan bellowed cheerfully, sauntering over to the white board
and wiping off the list. “We were gonna have a work day, but I decided that
maybe a visual demonstration would be more informative than a damn book. “ he
looked over at Carl, with a dark smile. “Sorry"
Ass, Carl thought, shutting the pointless paper in the book.
Negan chuckled, knowingly, and handed Carl a stack of papers. “Be a dear and
pass these out for me.” He whispered.
Carl swiped the papers away and did as he was told, ignoring the redness
burning his cheeks. By the time he was done, the lights were off and the movie
was starting. He didn't anticipate Negan sitting behind him in the empty desk,
pretending to work on grading papers. No one paid attention, especially since
he put on one of those godawful comedies about mishaps involving drugs, to
‘show why it's so important not to do them’. The questions that went along with
it were ridiculous. He wasn't doing it. Instead, started drawing on it rather
than watching the stupid movie.
He was a bit confused when he felt a foot rub the back of his own, and he
looked back at Negan questionably. The man winked at him and Carl knew it was
another one of their games now. His heart rate picked up immediately.
He concealed a smile as he leaned back against his chair with his arms crossed.
He dared to slide his own foot back against Negan’s in return. Again, he felt
Negan’s curl and prod around his. this went on for several minutes before he
felt a light tug on the bottom of his hair, at first it was so soft it felt
accidental, but oh, it happened again. It sent chills through him, feeling the
man’s fingers twirl around his long brown locks. It was a bold move; anyone who
turned around could see if they wanted, though the windowless, black room left
some protection from prying eyes. Carl shivered when he felt the first brush of
finger against his neck. By now he was hard, but didn't bring any attention to
himself or Negan by staying perfectly still.
He wanted to tease the man back but he had no idea how other than to slide his
hand down behind him in hopes of feeling a leg or knee. He felt fabric before
it suddenly disappeared and he got his hair pulled, warning him.
punishment
Carl sighed, understanding. So he couldn't touch him in return Okay.
When Carl brought his hand back up to his desk, the soft, rewarding neck
touches and hair playing commenced, and he sat through it, the whole class
period.
When the bell finally rang, the kids scrambled to get their stuff together and
get to the buses, but not Carl. He mourned the feeling of Negan's fingers when
he got up to flip on the switch after the room was empty.
He shut the door, and looked at Carl with a devilish grin. “Man you just melted
into my hand, didn't you? Just like a kitten,” he said, reapproaching him, “I
was half expecting you to purr for me.”
“Do you want me to purr for you?” Carl asked, batting his eye in a way that
made Negan lick his lips.
Planting himself on top of the desk across from Carl, he chuckled away his
answer, rolling his eyes. “Kid- I want SO many things from you.”
Smirking, Carl stood and made his way between Negan’s legs. “Yeah? Like what?”
Negan groaned, like it was painful for him having to dislodge himself from in
between Carl and the desk. “Like those assignments you never turned in.” he
diverged, making his way over to the desk.
Carl huffed and pouted. All that build up for nothing. “seriously?!”
“Awww, don't give me that look.” He chuckled, “Plus the movie paper from today.
Completion points. “
“You distracted me!” Carl accused.
Negan laughed, “bullshit, Carl. You weren't going to do it anyway. Just get
them finished- i told you this morning you're staying after again, remember?”
Carl would have never minded Negan asking him to stay after class with him but
he had a different picture painted in his head than this one. He hadn’t
expected to be pulling out the perfectly completed, A quality assignments that
he “forgot” to turn in, and writing down petty answers to the movie assignment,
none of which had to do with the actual movie.
When he completed it, he walked to Negan’s desk and tossed the stack of papers
at him. “Here” He said tersely.
“Well, look at you- you had em’ all done after all. I thought you might’ve.
Didn’t think a good boy like you would risk failure just to get close to little
ol’ me.”
“But i did.”
“Yeah, you did.” Negan had to admit, this kid was ballsy. “Alright, let’s take
a look.” All it took was one glance at the paper and the man cracked up.
“Goddammit Carl”
 
Question 14. What would you do in this situation instead?
Tell my teacher he’s an asshole
Question 15. What number should you call in case of an emergency?
Mine. xxx-xxx-xxxx The winky face he drew beside it was extra.
 
“You did say completion. It’s completed.” He said so smug Negan couldn’t help
but laugh again.
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The next Friday, Negan passed back everyone’s graded papers for the week,
including the late ones from Carl. He expected to read sarcastic comments on
the one, and he wasn’t disappointed. What he hadn’t anticipated was a hole torn
out of the page where his number once was. Now that certainly peaked his
interest.
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