Negan released Dwight's vest. Nodded at the rest of the guys.
"Unload the rest of this shit, I have to go give a little tour… what? No housewarming gift?" he said happily. Carl looked at him. He had seen Negan only a few times, but it was enough for him to decided that Negan was fucking crazy, always talking cheerfully, which only made him creepier somehow. Carl started walking and Negan fell in behind him, with one arm holding tightly onto Carl's shoulder.
"You really think after that, I'm gonna let you walk behind me?" Negan whispered.
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Darrel watched as Carl and Negan disappeared into the building. He felt more panic than he had in a long time because he didn't just see Carl, he saw the Carl he had watched grow up. The Carl that he had met when he was afraid of his own shadow, back when they were camping out. He like all the others had watched Carl grow up and he felt protective over him. He knew Carl was tough, but he was just a kid! Darryl doubted he would be able to handle the torture that had almost broke him.
Dwight walked by and Darrel could see how angry he was. There was a huge bruise on his left cheek and other saviours blood on his clothes.
"You touch that kid, I swear, take it out on me instead." Darryl whispered roughly. Dwight turned and shoved him into the walkers he had been chaining up. Darryl moved quickly. Dwight had heard him, and he only hoped he would listen.
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Carl sat in Negan's office, and he couldn't help compare him to his dad. Negan had such control over everyone, they worshiped him. Hell, they even bowed down to him. His dad on the other hand was the leader also, but had less control over his people. People could easily come and go from Alexandria, but here, everyone was always accounted for. And look where it had gotten them. To the top. Carl briefly though that if his father was more like Negan, then maybe the roles would be reversed. Maybe Alexandria would be getting a share of the other communities' goods and services, instead of the other way around. Carl felt angry at his father once again. He knew he was somewhere out there, searching for Negan. He remembered back to after they had left Hershel's farm. That was the closest his dad had ever been to anything like Negan. He remembered how his dad had seemed so distant, how the more responsible he had given to him, the more distant Rick had grown. Up until his mom's death, Carl had felt that he made been viewed as more as an asset, then as his son. In fact, he felt like that's how Rick viewed everyone back then. He summed them up for what they could do and bring to the group, not as people. Then after his mom had die, as awful as it was, it had brought Rick back to someone who cared about the person, and not just what they could do. Carl changed his mind. He was glad his dad wasn't like Negan.
Negan sat across from Carl, busying pouring himself a drink. He had never had a son, or any children for that matter. He and his wife had wanted them though, before this whole walker shit ever happened. Negan thought about how the thought of the death of all of Rick's friends had not been enough to break him. It had taken Negan to threaten to chop of Carl's arm, not even kill him! For goodness sakes, to completely destroy Rick. Negan couldn't think of a single person he felt that way for. Even all his wife's downstairs, they were all easily replaceable. Negan decided, that if he had a son, he would want him to be bad ass like Carl.
