I sit in the back of the truck, waiting for them to start driving. I know it's only been two days since the Saviors came, but they decided to make a surprise visit to the Hilltop and that's where I snuck in, in the back with a bunch of boxes.

The truck starts to move and I stay hidden behind the crates. This was probably a stupid move that will get me killed, but as long as I kill Negan first, we're all good.

I hear someone jump in the truck and after a while they start to shuffle through some of the boxes. I peak out a little to see Jesus pouring a bottle of whiskey out of the truck, seeming pleased with himself.

"Hey." I greet him. He whips his head around, surprised to see me to say the least.

"What are you doing here?" He asks casually.

I climb out from behind the boxes and open the lids to some, pretending to inspect them. "Somebody's got to kill Negan. Dad's too chicken to do it himself."

Jesus shrugs and accepts that answer. That's what I like about Jesus, he doesn't press on with questions or treat me like a kid.

The rest of the ride is silent until Jesus pops his head back in from looking out of the plastic curtains. "If we jump off in a little bit, we can roll behind that rock up ahead and lessen our chances of being caught. Then we can walk the rest of the way."

I think ahead for a split second and know that he's going to just try and talk me out of it when we get behind that rock, or try and lead me back to Alexandria, and not because I'm a kid, but because I'm the all-mighty-son-of-Rick. "You go first, I want to see how it's done." I lie.

He nods and then waits for a couple of seconds until we get to the right point before he jumps out. I look on as he rolls down the small hill and gracefully rolls behind the rock. He peeks his head over to see if I followed so I just wave to him from the truck and let the curtains fall back down as I back away from the edge of the truck.

I steal an apple from one of the crates and eat it while I wait for the truck to stop which doesn't take very long.

I can hear walkers growl as we enter their gates. I peak out of the curtains and see walkers fastened to the chain link fence surrounding the Sanctuary, like ghost guards of the underworld. The truck stops and I jump back towards the boxes to quickly look for a gun.

After shuffling through some boxes, I finally find a cool looking machine gun that will hopefully help me look intimidating as I shoot Negan and possibly become shot in the process.

I can hear his voice as he comes around the side of the truck.

One.

Two.

Three!

I jump out and randomly start shooting. I hit quite a few people. "I just want Negan. No one else gets hurt." I say before I let loose another spray of bullets upon those who try and stop me and Negan. But before I could shoot him, I'm yanked down by a man named Dwight and the gun falls out of my hands. Sadly I missed Negan. There is a gun in my face before I can even react.

"Woah woah woah. Lossen up Dwighty boy." Negan puts a hand on Dwight's shoulder to let Dwight know that he can be at ease and the gun is taken out of my face.  "Well, look at you." He smiles at me and offers me a hand. I look at his hand and then back up to him. He pushes his hand towards me and widens his smile. I ignore it and pick myself up off the ground.

Negan retracts his hand and stands up straight so that he's towering over me. "You're Rick's son, right? Caleb?"

"Carl." I correct him

"Well, Carl, you killed a bunch of my men, and I don't appreciate that." He picks up my gun and examines it. "Why'd you choose this one? Because it looked cool? Did you-" He begins to chuckle. "did you think that it'd make you look cool? Cause I'm clearly shaking in my boots."

He takes my emotionless face as a gesture to carry on with things. "Follow me, kid." He waves his hand and begins to walk towards the door. "Simon, have your men finish unloading the trucks and Dwight, have your men stab and burn the dead." He orders before opening the metal door. It slams behind me once I follow him inside, causing me to jump a little but luckily he didn't see me.

I follow him through a series of halls and stair wells, passing by what looks like apartments from one room that had a boy about my age moving out.

"Negan," a doctor walks up to us. "May I have a word?"

Negan nods and turns to me and points to the wall near a door, silently telling me to stand there. I sulk over to it and slump against it with a small thud. Negan and the doctor walk down some doors down and have an unheard conversation.

I wait for them to get done which seems like forever. Suddenly I'm getting pushed against the wall with a forearm on my neck. I look up in surprise to see Lauren.

"Who are you and why do you hurt me?" She narrows her dark green eyes at me.

"What?" I sputter. She presses her arm to my neck harder, causing my airways to tighten as she winced in pain. She's worse but better at the same time.

She checks to make sure that the two men haven't seen us and she turns back to me.

"Who. Are. You?"

"It's me. Carl." I say sadly. How can she forget about me.

"I don't know a Carl." She honestly looks confused and it breaks my heart.

"But, you're my girlfriend." I choke out. Her arm gradually presses harder against my throat and she holds her other hand to her head.

She finally releases me, but then punches me in the gut. I double over in pain and that's when Negan finally realised she was there.

"Lauren!" He shouts.

She sneers at him and then turns back to me. "You're lying. I've never seen you until two days ago, but I know you hurt me like the others do. How'd you get in here? Why are you here?"

"To save you." I answer and it's partially true. She glances over at Negan who begins to walk towards us.

"I don't know you." She says and walks back into her room.

I push away the sadness that creeps up and turn towards Negan, silently telling him to continue on and not question it. He shrugs it off and continues to lead the way.

"Remember what I said, Dr. Carson." He yells over his shoulder at the Dr. who looks like he's seen a ghost.

He leads me up some more stairs and through a fancy hall that was just put together. The carpet was velvety and looked new from the way it didn't look that worn out. There were also miscellaneous pictures hanging from the wall, some I recognized from the houses of Alexandria.

He opens a door to what looks like his bedroom and holds it open for me. I walk in and look around. There was a king sized bed covered in black sheets, a chest of drawers, a small closet, and a table with liquor next to chairs near a window.

He closes the door behind a lady that enters and gestures towards the seat closest to me. "Sit." I sit and he does the same. He orders the woman to make him a drink and offers one to me, but I refuse. I remember taking that sip of wine at the CDC and hating it.

He examines me once he orders the woman to leave. "I can't take it!" He exclaims and throws up his hands. "It's like looking at a birthday present. Go ahead and unwrap it. I wanna see what grandma got me."

"What?" I spit at him in confusion.

"Take the bandage off, kid." He laughs. I look at him in shock. He gives me the 'go on' face. I bring my hands up to the end of my bandage and slowly begin to unwrap it. Every wrap makes my heart race faster. I get a little self concious about my eye. The only people who look past it is Dad, Michonne, and Lauren.

"Move your hair." He demands once my bandage is fully off. I move it. He sits on the edge of his seat. "Holy crap, kid. That's disgusting. I can see your freaking skull."

I hate to admit it, but I started to tear up. Like I said, self conscious.

He notices it and leans forward. "Aw. I didn't mean it like that. I think it's pretty cool." He gets up to make himself another drink. "Sing me a song."

I wipe my eye. "I-i don't know any."

He looks at me sideways. "Of course you do. What'd your mom used to sing you before bed? What'd dad sing in the car?"

I pause to gather my thoughts. It's been so long since I've sung a song. My mom's voice pops into my head singing a song that she used to sing to me when I was sad or having a bad day.

"You are my sunshine," I begin. Negan swings his bat and I pause.

"Continue." He presses on and continues swinging his bat.

"My only sunshine." I choke out. " You make me happy when sky's are gray. You'll never know dear how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away." I slowly sing and tear up more and more with each word until the last word where I have a tear fall down my cheek.

"Lovely." Negan compliments me and sits back down across from me. I wipe my face again.

I look at my bandages sitting on the table between us. "Can I...wrap up my face now?" I ask.

"No. Absolutely not." He replies.

I feel anger bubble up inside me. "Why the hell not?" I snap. 

Negan chuckles. "Look. At. This. Guy. You can't because I'm not done with you. And I like looking at your disgusting eye. So it's staying out."

I stare at him with hatred in my eyes. "What?" He questions me. "You got something you want to say to me?"

I shake my head.  "Why haven't you killed me? Or my dad? Or Daryl?"

"Daryl, is going to make a good soldier. See, he thinks he's got the upper hand. But you saw it, your dad, he's already getting me great stuff. You, on the other hand, well...we'll see. It's more harder to break you. But you aren't that stupid."

"To think you were different." I scoff.

"Hm. You're a smart kid. What do you think I should do?" He asks me. "You know I can't let you go. So, do I kill you? Iron your face? Chop off your arm? You tell me."

I jump up at him. "I think you should jump out the window to save me the trouble of killing you."

Negan sighs and chuckles. "Now there's the kid that impressed the hell out of me. "

"I think you're not saying what you're going to do to me, because you're not going to do anything. If you knew this, if you knew anything, you would kill us." I lean closer to his face. "But you can't." I whisper.

His smile never seems to falter. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I can't." He claps once and stands up. "Let's go for a ride kid."

He grabs Lucille and heads towards the door, opening it for me. I follow him out.

A/N: sorry for the long wait on uodating.... but guess what! I just met Jesus, Carl, and Merle!!!!!!!!!!!! Andbwjandb

I have spring break all this week, so I will definitely update next Sunday!!! Or maybe even before 😉

Stay in the salt circle, Niall, So the walkers don't get ya!

~Zombiefighter01