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Chandler watching TWD go down after they forced him to leave

Me storming through AMC studios to give Scott Gimple a piece of my mind

Tall, dark, handsome villain: Join me and I promise to love you and rule beside you forever and a glorious day

YA female protagonist: Never! This *points to some Chad* seventeen-year-old boy who lives next door to me is my soulmate

Me:

You are mine now, boy. And I will never let you go.

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Negan: what’s your biggest weakness?

Carl: I can be uncooperative

Negan: give me an example

Carl: no

The wives are terrified of Carl, terrified of what he can do. 

They cant protect themselves the way that they can, they sit and watch as he stabs a Walker, even a savior who looks at him wrong. They get even more scared when Carl basically tells them to stay away from Negan

They aren’t allowed to touch him, aren’t allowed to look at him. If he wants them, they have to Tell Negan that Carl is the one that really needs him right now and usually Negan gets upset but now he just goes to Carl’s room. 

Carl will smirk at breakfast as they watch Negan play with his hair or kiss him. 

They scowl when Carl’s hand reaches out and tugs at Negan’s cock in front of them

They cry when Carl takes them out one by one 

@leatherandbandages

Rick smiles a little when he spots the bruised love bites on Carl’s neck, because he thinks it’s long haired, sweet Enid who put them there.

He doesn’t know his boy’s pale thighs look the same, bruised and bitten by a man Rick loathes; a man with a leather jacket and a set of bad intentions for a boy as pretty as Carl.  

How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it 

H U G

Jeff Being Gorgeous…this is a bit of a birthday gift for myself, but now it’s a gift for you too :P

Pretty, fucking over it.

This is a long one.

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Carl hated walkers , hated everything they stood for and reminded him of. All they took from him and the people he cared about, what they tured the world too.

One thing Carl hated more than walkers on occasion, being called pretty.

It was stupid of him to get so angry about it after all it is ment to be a complement, and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to hear it if it was just that, but the long stares he gets from some of the other boys in Alexandria and even on occasion their fathers and the way people think that he can't do certain things because his looks, pissed him off, like he hasn't had to get his hands dirty before, like he hasn't had to kill. It makes him feel weak when people try to do things for him.

The first time he ever heard it was from his mom, saying how proud she is of her little pretty boy, than shane made a few comments here and there when he was little but after he died Carl didn't hear much about his looks from anybody else in the group, cause it didn't matter. Atleast to Carl looks never mattered. Next person to say something was Michonne, it was on a run wail they were moving heavy boxes in to their truck. they stopped to take a breath and Carl looked up to the light blue clear sky and when he looked back down he caught Michonne starring with an adored look in her eye, when he ask her what she was looking at she laughed and said " nothing just, she looked back at the truck and than back at him. " you're pretty". Carl must have made a face cause she spoke again with a reassuring tone. " that's a good thing, not alot of pretty things left in the world". She put a firm hand on his shoulder and smiled at him lovingly. " we should get back to the prison".

After the prison fell he didnt think about it he didnt have a chance to really ever look at himself when they were on the road always running, there were times when he would catch Glenn or Abraham staring a little too long. It never really made him uncomfortable not till they got to Alexandria. At first he thought boys would stare cause they were wary of him, intimidated and were making sure he wasn't up to anything. But after a long uncomfortable and awkward encounter with Spencer he quickly realize that that is not the case. By the end of his and the tall mans little talk Spencer was on the ground bleeding profusely from his nose that moments before Carl's right fist collided with in a blacked out moment of rage when those three belittling words left the mans mouth, and a lengthy arm slithered up to tuck some of Carl's hair behind his ear.

"You're so pretty"

He saw red.

Carl officially hated being called pretty from that moment on, hated all the sleazy comments that came after and before it, hated all the disgusting looks he got from the other men in camp, hated how all of them saw him as something delicate and weak, something that can be broken.

For weeks Carl felt like self-realization kicked in gear and he took a long look at himself. Sure him growing his hair out wasn't helping his case but it wasn't just the hair, it was his lips, petite figure, long legs, bright blue eyes and his long eyelashes. He was disgusting. So he hid under thick shirts and even thicker flannels baggy jeans, and made sure a portion of his face was hidden under his hat at all times. He was a boy he wasn't supposed to be pretty. People weren't supposed to look at him like he was a soft flower, they were supposed to respect him like they would his father but no matter how hard he tried to prove his strength the other men they just blew him off.

The only time Carl ever felt like he was being looked at like a threat was when he shot three of negans men and the man nonchalantly hid behind one of his soldiers. "You're adorable" negan praised it felt different coming from his lips, but Carl pushed that thought down cause it wasn't important.

An hour or so later when negan had him upstairs and told to him take off his bandage, Carl wanted to cry. He didn't like what ron did to his face but in alot of ways he did , cause it ment he wasn't as "pretty" anymore, showed just how strong Carl was and that he wasn't breakable. But when the dark-haired man said those hurtful Venom filled words Carl wasn't so sure anymore he wanted to be invisible, wanted to sink into the floor. It hurt to cry not only cause he was showing weakness in the eyes of his enemy but because his socket was still a fresh open wound that still had working tear ducts.

The look on the Elder man's face when he saw the wet tear streams going down the teens face was something Carl recognized, it was the same look Glenn or Abraham would give him when he would catch them starring.

"My, he paused leaning back in his chair admiring the teen. "So goddanm pretty" his deep raspy voice praised him again.

The rage was back, shooting threw Carl like 1000 volts of electricity. He knew he wouldn't be able to physically hurt this man and get away with it so he chose verbally, telling him to jump out a window didn't feel half as good as knocking his teeth out, but Carl didn't really have alot of options. Negan seemed impressed and even apologetic for making the comments about his socket, but that pure look of delight never left his eye as he stared up at the teen.

"Now there's the kid that impressed the hell outta me!". Enthusiasm filled his words as if being threatened was the best thing ever. The smile nver leaveing his face as he rose up from the leather couch now looking down at the teen, not even breaking eye contact for a second. "Full of nothing but dirty looks and homicidal thoughts". He leaned in invading more of Carl personal space growling in his ear. "I could just eat you up"~ before Carl had time to react there was a knock on the door and negan looked up and away from the teen.

The man walked in eyeing Carl before looking at negan and speaking. "Sorry to interrupt sir but you left Lucille out by the trucks". The older man laughed rubbing a hand over his Salt and pepper beard. "No shit really, I guess a pretty lil thing with a machine gun is kinda a distraction". He glanced down at Carl again only to receive a glare and a light blush in return. Chuckling he stepped away from the teen taking the bat from the overweight man kicking him out of the room and shutting the door behind him, rubbing his gloved hand over the barbed wire looking at Carl again. After a few seconds witch felt like hours to the teen he spoke.

"So I just gotta ask cause the looks you've been giving me and that little out burst of yours really got me thinking", " have you been around any mirrors lately"?

The question caught Carl off guard making him look at the the older man with a questionable dirty look. "What".

"I mean shit kid haven't you atleast caught a glimpse of yourself in a car window". Carl was baffled and pissed at the mans pettiness, squeezing his own fist. "I don't need a goddanm mirror to know I have a giant fucking hole in my head, jackass".

Carls sentence had negan doubling over with loud obnoxious laughter only making the teen more pissed.

"Ho-ly shit kid you really don't know, wow I mean hasn't anybody ever told you".

"Told me what". Carl all but yelled at him. Creeping closer to the teen with a smirk on his face.

" that you are absolutely goddamn gorgeous,I mean seriously kid screw you".

"Fuck you". Carl was fed up with the older mans bullshit, feeling like he really should have taken the shot back in the truck when negan had that man between himself and Carl, probably would have work out better in Carl favor.

"What you really don't believe me, take a damn look".! Yanking Carl by his forearm away from the couches and in front of the body mirror by the bed. Being met by his and negans reflections he just glared at the older man in anger and confusion. Why the hell was he making such a big deal out of Carls appearance. Is he really that dedicated to getting under the teens skin.

Negans hand came up to Carls face moving his hair to the side exposing his socket again, he watched the older mans reflection carefully as his hand came down firmly on his shoulder. Carl didn't really know how he felt about negan touching him , it was a little wired that they're in this position he thought. Went from shooting up the place to, well this. Whatever this was.

Watching the elder watch him gave him good time to actually look at negan, to take in all his features. Carls palms began to sweat and his gut dropped.

Why did negan look so, good.

The way the older man was smiling down at him made him feel adored, a wave heat now coming up on the teens cheeks. "Ill take it you don't enjoy the complement". negan jabbed at him.

"Its not a 'complement' it's degrading". Carl mumbled, his eyes going down to the wall bellow the mirror. Negan made a face. "The fuck it is". He argued " kid I ain't one to lie so if you think I'm fucking with you get it out of your head, now".

Carl clenched his fists again his head shooting up to look at the elder, "What do you want from me". He could feel his knuckles turning white. " shit kid you won't turn away from a fight but the second someone shows you any kindness you shut down, I. just. don't. get it".

"Your not being 'kind' your being a petty asshole".

"See that's the shit I'm talking about, you think anybody else would have the man sized balls you have to say that shit to me, hell fucking no, wheres that confidence go", i mean you realize how goddamn unstoppable you could be with that pretty face of yours and that vary charming don't take shit attitude fuck, you could probably rule the world if you'd just man up and stop living in denial. Own it."

When negan said that Carl felt like it was about more than his Beauty he felt like he was telling him to own every aspect of himself that he hated or disliked like the gaping hole in his face where his eye use to be or the little dark urges Carl would shake out or hide from , the way the older man gripped his shoulder made Carls heart start to beat faster and his face get warm with the possessive stare he had him under. He really wasn't sure what to say to the older man if he could say anything at all he felt like his mind was racing for anything to say but nothing came out, he was vary confused as to how the hell they got in this situation and why negan was telling him all this. He was sure this had to be some wired tactic to get Carls guard down.

feeling the older mans hands come back up and gently pull all Carls hair back made him jump slightly stepping back more in to negans presence his back came to a Halt when he felt negans chest up against him.

"Shit kid my bad i didn't mean to make you speechless just wanted to get my point across". Carl could feel a low chuckle in negans chest as he continued to play with his hair.

Carl was slightly hypnotized by the feeling his eye slowly becoming half closed,

He wasn't used to this much physically contact and he certainly wasn't expecting it but none the less he found himself leaning into the leather glove that scooped some of his hair behide his ear.

Anothor laugh came from negan, vibrating down Carl's back. "could just keep you here with me". He spoke in a low tone as if he was talking to himself, "radio daddy rick let him know that I'll take good care of his little pretty boy". Carl leaned his head back letting out a small pitched breathless moan a noise he didnt know he could make.

This only egged the older man on as he pressed his whole body to carls, his hands leaving his hair finding a home on both the teens hips slightly tugging him by them letting Carl feel his half hard cock up against his ass. Negans rough facial hair rubbing against Carls soft skin as he Dug his face into the nape of his neck letting out an almost unhumanely growl.

"Shit kid you just stirred something up inside of me, might have to stop so I dont hurt ya". He bit down on Carls neck making him let out A small cry of both pain and pleasure.

"What's wrong scared you can't get it up old man ". Carl found himself smirking at negans reflection as he cocked an eyebrow at the teens insult. One hand going down from Carls hip only to grab and yank his thigh roughly apart sliding slowly up closer to Carls own erection making him shudder.

"That what you want, want me to fuck you up against the mirror make you look at yourself the whole time, hell maybe than you'll see what I see". Carl really wasn't sure how far he could take this considering he's never gone further than kissing with anybody but he's also never felt this way for some one before sexually or emotionally.

Thankfully and disappointingly there was anothor knock on the bedroom door, negan all but sighed in Carls neck before leaning up to his ear. "To be continued"~ he placed a kiss to the side of Carls head closest to his socket before letting go of the teen and walking towards the door.

Carl was stuck starring at his reflection in shock and horror what had he almost just done, he came here to kill negan not, seduce him. He was ashamed of how red his face is how easily he let his guard down. His dad would hate him if he knew what just almost happened.

Carl diddnt even notice that who ever was at the door left and negan was standing by the still open door starring at the teen expectedly.

"Kid come on , it's ready".

But than there's a good side to all this.

"What is". Carl wasn't the only one who's guard dropped.

"The iron". Negan was kinda right in a way, Carl could rule the world cause it was because of his pretty face and pretty voice that he was able to steal a small knife off the older man and stash it away in his flannel sleeve.

downstairs Carl kept his eyes on the man strapped to the chair getting half his face mutilated by the tall leather wearing man, he wouldn't dare to make eye contact with Daryl worried that he would see right threw Carl, see what he's done. Instead slowly sliding the knife in the other mans hand only for him to tuck it away quickly out of view.

When all was said and done negan did end up taking carl back home, and they did pick up where they left off.

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Good lord that took so long to write I've been stewing this one up for months, sorry if the ending feels kinda rushed I wrote down half and was happy with it but some how it got deleted so I had to remember what i wrote down and write it all back down and it was a whole mess. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Do you ever just look at a guys hands and think yes

When Negan shoves a gun into the front of his pants. Reblog if u agree

Knife play and chill

Fic tag: slow burn

Me, cracking my knuckles: not if you read it fast enough

I. M. Panayotopoulos, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “The Frozen Moon,”

Negan: OK I’LL KILL EVERYONE THAT TRY TO FUCK UP WITH ME

Carl: *kills Negan’s men*

Negan: who is a good boy? yooouu

When your enemy’s son kills two of your men, but you fall in love with him 

dammit, i was wrong, THAT’S my jam.

the only thing better than the kiss is the moment right before the lips touch.

i wish i could illustrate it but i suck in drawing, so it is what it is (i know it’s awful to use the same picture of negan twice but damn i have no more pics to work with i’m sooo saaad about it).

More practice ❤️