All Nightmare Long

Chapter 541

Author's Note: Season 10 is kicking it! Now I just got to think on how Rick is fitting in since he's still going to be there. Hmm. Good thing I'm still back on season 7 over here. I hate season 7, my babies are all over the place. They are getting closer to being together and ready to fight. Please review.

Carl POV:

Negan looked down at Carl then at Sylvie, then back at Carl. "Really? You're really not gonna take my hand? Take Sylvie's hand? Cause you're lucky you still have a hand. Same as your boy Daryl over there now that I think about it. How's the job going Daryl? Hot enough for you? Hell it would be tough with one arm," he said as he looked at Daryl over at the gate. "Syl, put your hand down. This kid is going to take my hand, or I'm going to cut his arm off, or Daryl's haven't decided that just yet," he said as he held out his hand again to Carl. Carl sighed then took it. "Ah smart kid. Now come with me. Dwighty boy, why don't you grab Daryl, take him into the kitchen and do a little grub prep. New plan boys, lets burn the dead, unload the truck later. Damn, I'm not going to have time to screw any of my wives today," he said then turned and smiled at Dwight. "Well maybe one."

"Negan, there is a kid present, a little decorum please," Sylvie said as Dwight pulled Daryl out of the pens.

"I'm pretty sure he knows all about the birds and the bees, and if he doesn't, Rick's more of a pussy then I thought," Negan informed her. He looked at Carl. "Come on."

Carl turned and looked at him. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Negan," Sylvie warned as he turned around and faced Carl.

"Number one, do not shatter my image of you. You're a bad ass, you're not scared of shit, don't be scared of me, it's a disappointment. Number two, you really want me to ruin the surprise?" Negan asked. "Screw you kid, seriously, screw you," he said as he put his hand on Carl's shoulder. He sighed as he saw Sylvie following them. "Syl, is there something you need?"

"Can I speak to you, privately for a minute? Please?" Sylvie asked eyeing Carl.

"Wait here kid," Negan ordered as he walked over to Sylvie. "Syl, you got something to say, say it. I don't have all damn day."

"You need to get him back to Alexandria," Sylvie told him. "You want Rick to do what you say? Not fight you? Keeping his kid hostage is not going to make those things happen."

"First of all, I didn't invite him here, he came. Second of all, he shot my men," Negan told her.

"And he did both of that without his parents' permission, I can guarantee that. He's a stupid adolescent who does stupid things. God knows, I was at his age and the damn world hadn't ended and there wasn't a bat wielding wolf breathing down the neck of my parents. You earn points if you take him back, you keep him here, it's not going to end well. And it's not Rick you should be worried about, Jewel will come in here with just her fists to get her kid back," Sylvie warned.

"I'm not going to hurt him, Syl. Just gonna hang out a little, then take him home. Scare him so he doesn't do anything this stupid again. Come on, join us, you can tell Jewel and Rick the prick, you were with me the whole time," Negan said going back to Carl. He opened the door, them walking into the factory. "Check this out," he whispered into Carl's ear. He walked over to the railing, watching as the people below all fell to their knees. "The savior's have gone out into the world, and fought the dead and came back with some really good stuff. Some of that stuff can be yours, if you work hard and play by the rules," he said as he looked at Carl. "Today everybody gets fresh vegetables at dinner. No points needed," he said as some of them clapped.

"On behalf of the workers, I'll say thank you Negan for them," Sylvie said as she tried not roll her eyes.

Negan gave a smirk as he turned back to Carl. "You see that? Respect. Cool huh?" he asked. "They still on their knees?" he whispered to Carl as he slightly nodded. "As you were!" Negan commanded as they got up. "Syl here, she likes when I do things like that. She likes telling me that I don't do enough nice things for the workers, she's kind of a union rep, if there was such a thing around here. But she keeps me honest," Negan said with a wink.

"I just try to remind you of who you were before, it doesn't always work," Sylvie said as they stepped in front of her quarters. "You're going to take him in there? Are you sure?"

"The kid can take it," Negan said as they walked into a room where several women were standing. "Ladies," he greeted. "Don't mind the kid. Or Sylvie," he added as he bent toward Carl. "I know, every women where you're from dresses like they do the books from the auto shop. You're gonna want to look at their titties, it's cool, I won't mind, they won't mind. Sylvie is about ready to say Negan in that warning voice of hers. Let the kid have some fun. Knock yourself out kid, make yourself comfortable, while I go talk with one of my wives."

"He'll be fine standing here, by me," Sylvie said as she watched him go. She turned and looked at Carl as Negan talked with Sherry. "I'm going to do what I can to get you back home with minimal damage to you that I can. But you killed two of his men and no matter what I say or how much I bet him not to do anything to you, he'll want repayment. What the hell were you thinking? You know what, you weren't. You're a teenager, and even though you think you can handle everything and that your parents are dumb, you don't know shit. You're lucky that he has some respect for your mom, or I couldn't guarantee you'd be going home."

"I just wanted…" Carl started to say.

"Don't finish that thought. I know, he knows, what you were doing here. Use that brain of yours kid, because it's not just your life in danger, its Daryl's, it's mine if I push too hard, or my husbands. Luckily, other people are causing him trouble," Sylvie said as Negan walked back over to them, handing Carl a beer bottle causing Sylvie to raise an eyebrow at him before he went over and talked to another one of his wives.

Negan finished talking with Amber, and kissed Sherry holding up a finger as Daryl and Dwight walked in, causing both Carl and Daryl to look at each other. Negan walked over and took an olive. "Carl, can you grab this tray for me?"

"Why you got him here?" Daryl asked.

"Woah, what we talk about when you're not here, is none of your business. Do not make me put this toothpick through the only eye he has," Negan warned as Sylvie looked at him. "You go with Dwight, he'll get you a mop. Dwighty boy, fire up that furnace, I'll be down in a few. Time for a little dejavu. Come on kid, Syl," he said as Dwight moved out of the way.

Daryl and Sherry exchanged glances as Dwight pulled him out.

Sylvie walked into Negan's bedroom with Carl and Negan.

"Are all those women actually your…" Carl started to ask.

"Wives? Yeah, always wanted to screw a bunch of different women," Negan said.

"This way they know about each other," Sylvie said as she took the tray.

"Are you…?" Carl asked.

"Married to Negan? Oh hell no. My sister was, before the turn," Sylvie told him.

Negan laughed. "Syl here is like a sister to me, annoying sister who says what she wants and knows I'll only get a little irritated with her. Anyway, why follow the same old rules? Why not make life better? Speaking of, sit. Let's get started," he said as Sylvie sat down on the couch with him.

"Started on what?" Carl asked.

Negan laughed. "I want to get to know you a little better Carl."

"Why?" Carl asked.

"Because you have guts, you proved it by coming here, and that impresses him," Sylvie said.

Negan laughed. "I've known her since she was about your age, she knows me better than I know myself. She's right, you do impress me. You're smart. In fact I'm going to tell you how smart you are in case you don't already know. See I'd expect a kid your age to be moping around, not doing a damn thing, except crying about missing the prom. But you, you go on a mission, you find me, you killed two of my men, and your smart enough to know that I'm not going to let that slide," he told Carl.

"I told him that you were going want payment," Sylvie told him.

"Yeah, she's right, I do," he said with a laugh.

TBC