Negan Chooses Carl Version 2

WARNING this story is pretty graphic, but if you've seen the walking dead season 7 premiere then you might be ok. idk though, it's gross. xP
I also wrote this in April 2016

“You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell—you’ll all be doing that.”

Negan smirked as he brought down Lucille. A second after he brought it down to smash the boy’s head in, movement caught his eye.

Rick came sprinting, not at him, but to Carl. Negan didn’t have any time to react as Lucille had already collided with Rick’s hand and the top of his skull.

Everyone screamed; Carl finally broke down when he saw what his father had done.

“God damn it Rick!” Negan shouted as Rick lay in front of Carl; hand shattered, blood dripping from the top of his head.

“Not… my boy…” Rick sputtered, spitting blood across the dirt.

“You ruined the game! I picked Carl you stupid fucking fuck. So now you both wanna die? That’s fine. Have it your way then.”

Negan motioned his Saviors over to the father and son. Carl was bent over his dad, crying.

“Why did you do that dad, why?” he squeaked.

“I…love you.” Rick simply answered.

Two Saviors came from the shadows and ripped the two apart, sitting Rick back up on his knees next to Carl.

“Damn it Rick, that last line I had was fucking perfect and now you’re going to make me think of another one?” Negan put his hand up to his chin in thought.

“Ah, I’ve got it.” He said after a couple seconds and prepared Lucille again.

“Rules are rules. No one can save ya now.”

Negan swung Lucille in a full baseball swing across the two men’s faces, spraying teeth and blood across the ground.

“Oh ho! Two for the price of one! Ho-lee shit!” Negan laughed.

He swung her again in the same fashion. Rick got the full hit and his lower jaw broke; now hanging freely open, blood raining down onto the ground. Carl’s other eye swelled shut and the left side of his face sagged down, a result from his broken cheekbone.

Negan swung his third homerun hit one last time before going to them individually. Rick’s face was barely recognizable anymore. His lower jaw had completely come off and only his tongue remained intact. His eyes were crying bloody tears and his skull was barely still intact.

Carl’s last hit to the face broke the rest of his eye socket and his face slumped even more so it looked like it was melting. His bandage had fallen off, revealing his other eye socket and all of his front teeth were broken or missing.

Rick was on the ground and it took Negan only one more hit to put him out of his misery. He cracked his skull one last time so that his mushed up brain could freely seep through the cracks. Carl was still conscious although now completely blind. Everything was muffled, he could only hear through one ear since his left eardrum had shattered. He heard screaming from all his friends and family; cursing from others, death threats and sobbing and high pitched shrieks. He didn’t even know if he was still sitting up for if he had fallen to the ground. Everything was numb.

The next hit still didn’t kill him. It was from the top and he felt himself vomit up blood and pieces of his teeth.

“Damn kid. Just die already. There’s no way you can survive this.” He could barely make out Negan’s voice. He was in a long underwater tunnel. He was swimming. His nerves crashed and burned, he began to shake uncontrollably in a violent seizure before his brain completely shut down.

A couple more hits to the head, just for good measure. Finally the Grimes’ men were dead.

“Jesus fuck, that took way longer than I was hoping for!” Negan stretched out his back.

“Didja hear that shit? My fucking back popped!” He chuckled. “Gotta stretch before doing this shit.”

A couple of his Saviors around him casually laughed and Negan turned back to the remaining nine in line, practically all of them slumped over in defeat or agony.

“So who’s the new leader then?” he asked.

Nobody answered.

“Oh come on, there had to be someone as Rick’s right hand man. Is it the Asian?” he asked. “Or maybe it’s the dying redneck?”

“It’s me.”

Negan turned and saw Abraham, still on his knees, staring straight at him.

“So it’s the ginger huh? Interesting choice.” He walked up to Abe and stuck Lucille in his face.

“Remember; half of your shit in one week. Tell your friends; you know, the ones who didn’t just witness this.” Negan smirked and turned his back to them. “Until then… ta-ta.”

The Saviors all got back into their trucks, whistling until they left in one big group.

Negan Chooses Carl Version 1

I'm not picking on Carl, I was going to do everybody but I only ended up doing just him xP
For me, the saddest part of the story is that Glenn and Abe are still alive :'(

I wrote this in April 2016.
Here it is:

“You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell—you’ll all be doing that.”

       And just like that, the bat came crashing down, making impact on Carl’s skull even through his sheriff’s hat. Carl lurched forward, his hat falling off his head and landing in front of him. He could hear his father screaming bloody murder as blood began to seep from the gaping wound in his head and down his face. Carl was completely blind now but could feel something dangling against his cheek.

       “Oh, now that’s fucking disgusting.” He barely heard Negan speak through the now muffled sounds of screaming and crying. “I just hit you so hard your fucking eye popped out!” He chuckled. “You’re probably blind now, kid. Too bad. Wish you could see your father right now. He’s crying like a fucking pussy!”

       Carl felt another crack against the side of his head and everything went numb. One more hit and the boy was dead.

       Rick had already lost his voice by now. Negan was now mutilating an already dead body. Again and again the bat came down until his son’s head was pureed pulp. He let his head drop in defeat when he realized his life was completely worthless now.

       “Now, wasn’t that fun?” Negan stretched and shook off Carl’s head from Lucille.

       He walked up to Rick who was barely conscious, being held up by two saviors. Negan took Rick by his hair and lifted his head up, sticking the bloodied bat in his face.

       “You did this to your son you sick motherfucking motherfucker.” Negan spat in his face and turned back to the RV.

       “So, I think I got my point across very nicely, don’t you?” he turned back around to face the traumatized group. “I guess ‘nicely’ isn’t the best adverb here.” A deep laugh left Negan’s lungs. “I’m gonna need half of your shit in one week. No sooner. No later. Or I’ll come back and fuck up another one of you fucking cunts.”

       Negan swung Lucille over his head in a sweeping motion, gathering all of his saviors into the trucks. “Until then… ta-ta.”

       All the trucks started practically at once and everyone drove off leaving the remaining ten still on their knees in a line.

       Rick was now in a heap on the ground. Curled into the fetal position, Rick screamed and cursed. He slammed his fist into the dirt over and over and over until his fingers broke.

       Everyone watched Rick as they cried into each other’s arms. Maggie and Glenn buried themselves into each other. Rosita was lying in Daryl’s lap. Sasha and Aaron were hugging and Eugene was now lying on his side, crying. Abraham was the first to approach Rick who had now gone still. His eyes were still open, but he looked dead, eyes unmoving, staring at nothing. Abe carefully checked his pulse; he was still alive, but he couldn’t tell for how long.

       Michonne had laid a blanket from Maggie’s makeshift bed onto Carl’s body and was draped over it, crying and whispering to herself. Nobody else moved. The cold air cooled down everyone’s fevers, but nobody felt a thing.

       It took a while, but Abraham started to get everyone who could walk up on their feet and into the RV. Eventually, only Michonne, Rick, and Eugene remained.

       Abe walked over to Eugene who was still lying in the dirt, tears dampening the ground and turning it into a small puddle of mud.

       “Let’s get into the RV so we can get to the docs. You took a right nasty beating there.” Abraham said as gently as he could.

       Eugene barely looked up at him in acknowledgement before getting help from Abe to stand.

       “I coulda…we…shoulda…I shouldn’ta gone. We…” Eugene stuttered as he was helped into the van.

       “Hey.” Abe knelt down next to Michonne. “We should get his body back to—” Abraham was interrupted by a punch in the face that knocked him over.

       Michonne hovered over him as he held his broken nose in his left hand, propping himself back up with his right. She glared at him for what seemed like hours before she turned back to Carl’s body and carefully lifted it off the ground and onto Maggie’s bed. Blood soaked the sheets and pillow and      Abraham finally got up and helped carry Carl’s body into the RV. Everyone was still silent; crying, huddled, shaking, empty.

       “One more and then we can move.” Abraham said and pulled Glenn to the side. “Help me with Rick.” He ordered and Glenn nodded.

       They both walked back outside to the freezing cold and Abe headed to where he remembered checking on Rick. Only, Rick wasn’t there. They checked around the area, back a ways to where they’d come from, calling out his name as quietly as possible. No answer.

      Rick was gone.

Glenn shook his head, “He’s gone. We have to go now. Maggie is still sick, Eugene got beat to shit, Daryl is shot, and your nose is broken. We gotta go.”

Abraham was still, trying to listen for something, anything to help find Rick. But he knew Glenn was right. They had to go.

“Come on.” Abe practically whispered and they made their way back to the RV.

Luckily everyone was still there, and Glenn and Abraham got back into the van.

“Rick?” Maggie muttered.

“He’s gone. Couldn’t find him and we have to go.” Glenn answered.

Abe got back into the driver’s seat and started up the engine with the one destination in mind;

The Hilltop.

A New World

“Where am I?”

Glenn looked around; he was in a room that he didn’t quite recognize, although it had a familiar feel to it. It was a square room, the walls a wooden texture and the floor carpeted . It had a bed in the right corner and empty book shelves lining the wall next to it. A desk sat across the room to the left, a couple of loose sheets of blank white paper scattered on it.

There was a big window straight in front of him and Glenn walked up to it. Looking out, he saw nothing but white fog; a misty emptiness. He turned around, scratching his head. There was a door on the opposite side of the window that he hadn’t seen until now.

Curious, he walked up to the door and turned the knob… but it didn’t budge.

“God damn it…” he muttered and shook the knob harder, but to no avail.

“Maggie! Rick! Daryl! Anyone! Anybody there?!” Glenn shouted through the solid wooden door.

No reply.

He pounded on the door with both fists, making the room thunder.

“Shit!” he shouted through clenched teeth and surrendered to the locked door.

He turned back to the window, but there was no way to open it, all the sides were sealed shut.

He shouted again and hit the glass with the palm of his hand, calling out his friends’ names. He was about to break apart the bookshelves and smash the window with it when he heard an audible click.

He whipped back around and saw the door slowly creak open. He looked around frantically for a weapon to defend himself with, but there was nothing around him anymore. No bed, no shelves, no desk.

The door opened all the way and two women walked through followed by an older couple.

Glenn blinked his eyes a couple of times and wiped away the sweat on his forehead.

“Mom? Dad?”

They smiled at him and reached their arms out. Confused, but with a new feeling of warmth, he wrapped his arms around his parents and held them tight. He felt his sisters hug him from behind, their body heat radiating him, who’s perspiration seemed to have evaporated.

After about a minute, he let them go and stepped back.

“What…? How…? I thought you were dead!” he hiccupped a laugh.

But his smile turned down fast when they didn’t laugh with him and instead shook their heads. His mother held his hand gently, not saying a word and stared into his eyes.

“No. No…I’m not…” Glenn sputtered out words, his heartbeat flying. He stepped back again, but his family stayed.

After a couple of seconds, they dispersed to the sides of the now empty room and more people began to enter through the door.

Two blonde haired beauties, an old man in a fishing hat, a long haired brunette, a little blonde haired girl, a gentle giant, a dark skinned teenager; they entered one by one, filling up the room quickly.

Glenn, now backed up against the window, sank to the ground and pulled his knees up to his chest.

They all went to the walls and stood there; some smiling, welcoming and others sad, apologetic.

Glenn didn’t know whether to be happy to see them all again, or devastated that he was here with them.

The old fisherman walked up to him and held out his hand. Glenn hesitated for a second, but took it and stood back up.

“Glad to see ya, Glenn. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” his smile was kind.

“What…what is happening? Why are you all here?”

“I’m afraid I’m not the one who should give you those answers.” The man frowned. And just like that, two more people came into the room.

Beth Greene; her golden hair was the cleanest Glenn had ever seen. She ran up to him and squeezed him tight into a hug.

“I’m so sorry.” She apologized; not for the hug, but for something more sinister. Something  Glenn was refusing to believe.

The next to walk up to him was a two legged, white haired, bearded, old gentleman. Hershel Greene strode up to him and wrapped him up in another firm hug.

“Hello son.” He spoke softly and separated from Glenn, holding his shoulders and looking him up and down. “You look just as I remember.” He chuckled.

Glenn couldn’t speak. The only thing that was playing in his mind over and over was “Where’s Maggie? Where’s Maggie? Where’s Maggie?”

“What…happened?” he finally managed to ask again.

“I think you know.” Hershel sighed, “What is the last thing you remember?”

Glenn closed his eyes and saw Maggie. He saw her belly and the sonogram of their child. He saw the walls of Alexandria. He saw Rosita, Daryl, and Michonne in the back of a van and stumbling out witnessing everybody down on their knees.

“NO!” Glenn screamed. He crumbled to the floor and cried. Everyone let him. He cried until his sides hurt, until he couldn’t breathe, until he felt empty.

After what felt like days, someone touched his shoulder and he glanced up to see a blurry orange head. He wiped away his tears and came face to face with Abraham Ford.

“I’m with you, brother. I gotcha.” Abe heaved Glenn up to his feet and steadied him before leading him to the window.

“It’s only fair if you see this.” He wiped away the fog from the glass and Glenn mustered up the courage to look out.

The fog was finally dispersing and he could see it was night. There were bright lights spotlighting the line of people he had seen in his mind. A crowd of people surrounded them, watching.

There were two bodies lying face down in the dirt; their heads just a pile of blood and brains and bone. The RV was gone and so were Rick and Negan.

Glenn put his forehead against the cold glass and closed his eyes, more tears falling down his cheeks and to the floor.

“I’m dead.” He whispered.

“We’re dead.” Abraham said. “All of us.”

“But it’s ok.” Glenn heard Beth’s sweet singsong  voice behind them, “We can watch over everyone a lot easier. And it’s a much happier place here. We miss people…but we get to be with them again… eventually.”

“Maggie…” Glenn kept his voice small, “Our baby…”

“Will be ok.” Hershel stepped in, “Maggie is a warrior and your baby will be as strong as his father. They’ll be safe now that you’re here with us.”

“You loved her—she knows that. She’ll feel you every day watching over them.” Beth said.

“Ok.” Glenn said. “You’re right.”

He turned to face everyone and saw that they were filing out the same way they had come in.

“Come with us. We’ll explain everything else.” Hershel patted Glenn on the shoulder and then Abraham. They exited the room last.

Glenn looked back, longing to hold his wife one last time, but had a new sense of peace and comfort. He was safe, his family would be too. They left the room into a beautiful new world free of walkers, free of fear, free of death and sadness and pain.

Glenn smiled.

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He visited that room every single day. Most of the time it was empty, but occasionally he’d come across a familiar face.

Daryl was the first. A couple more came after him in the span of a few months. Rosita, Sasha, Morgan, Carol. His family was at war; but he welcomed each of them to their new home with open arms and a reassuring smile.

He watched Maggie become a leader. He watched his son become a man. He watched his home become a community, the safest place to be. And he waited.

Years went by; family still showed up in the room, but they’d become sparse.

Then one day, he unlocked and opened the door and there she was, waiting for him.

Both of them hadn’t aged a day even though nearly 50 years had passed. They collided in a tight embrace and cried into each other’s arms.

“I’ve been waiting so long to see you again.” Maggie sniffled.

Glenn separated from her and looked at her in the eyes. He leaned back in and kissed her like he’d never kissed her before and then whispered,

“I found you.”