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Excitement filled Carl. His family was driving to Florida for a trip to Disneyland, every 9 year old’s dream. They had just pulled into a truck stop to use the bathroom and stretch their legs. As soon as they parked Carl was running to the bathroom, Lori calling after him while Rick only chuckled. He quickly went about his business, and was washing his hands when a man walked in.

He was an older man, his black hair and beard being overtaken slowly by gray. He was wearing a plain gray shirt under a dark blue button up, and had a black hat on, his hair peeking out from beneath. As Carl grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands off, the man started speaking.

“Hey kid… you shouldn’t be around here without your parents. There’s some creeps in the area Yknow.” Carl, startled, stuttered as he replied.

“I- oh um. Thank you for telling me sir…” Carl was frozen, not knowing what to do as the man was blocking the exit of the bathroom.

The man stepped back, making space for Carl to walk by, and pulled a hand out of one of his pockets to gesture for him to move past. Carl gave him a last glance and began to walk past him, but he didn’t make it far before he felt something hard hit the back of his head.

Carl fell to the ground, dazed but still conscious. He felt the man scoop him up into his arms bridal style, and carry him out of the bathroom. As his ears stopped ringing and his eyes focused again he realized he was in a dark room with a single window, elevated off the ground. Looking out the window revealed he was in a truck, parked as close to the bathrooms as possible.

Looking to where his parents were waiting for him, he saw them panicking and looking around, yelling. They were looking for him. He began banging on the window and the wall, yelling. Ice cold fear flooded his veins as the truck rumbled to life beneath him. He gasped and began yelling more, slamming his fists on the window. The truck began pulling out of its spot, and driving back towards the highway.

No matter how much he yelled or banged the window, nobody even noticed the little boy in the truck as it left, taking him away from his family and his home.

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It had been an hour. An hour since his life had changed forever. An hour since the mysterious man had grabbed him and tossed him in this small room inside a truck. An hour since he was taken away from his family.

The room was small and dark, and getting darker as the sun set. The walls were metal, as was the floor, but when Carl had banged on them they seemed to be surrounded by something softer that cushioned them. In the room there was only a mattress on the floor, with a fitted sheet, a pillow with a pillowcase at the top, and a patterned blanket folded on the end of it.

Besides that, all Carl could see was whatever was outside the small square window on the truck. He had learnt early on it was impossible to break, and only one way glass, as nobody had seen him crying for help.

He shivered, realizing that as the sun was setting, it was getting cold in the truck. He crawled over to the mattress and laid down, unfolding the blanket to reveal spiderman over the front. He wrapped himself up in it, hoping childishly that maybe the hero could protect him somehow.

When Carl woke up, it was to sunlight streaming through the window, and the truck still once again. As he sat up and rubbed his eyes, the door at the other end of the room opened. Carl quickly scrambled to get as far back as he could, pressing himself into the corner of the wall furthest from the door. As the door opened, it revealed the same man who had taken him, holding a padlock and a chain.

“Hey kid… calm down, there’s no reason for you to be afraid.” The man walked closer before crouching down in front of Carl and running his fingers through his hair.

“This is gonna be your home until I can trust you, okay?” Carl remained silent, too scared to move as the man spoke to him.

“I’m Negan. Let’s get you some breakfast. What do you want? Pancakes? Bacon?” He asked, standing up straight and towering over Carl.

“Where are we? Where are my mom and dad?” Carl asked in a small and weak voice. Negan sighed before speaking again.

“That doesn’t matter now, I’m gonna be the one taking care of you baby. Why don’t you tell me your name?” Carl debated it for a second, before speaking up in a scared tone.

“Carl. My name is Carl.” Negan smiled at that, before turning around and walking to the door again.

“I’ll come back in a bit with some water for you, why don’t you think about what you want to eat for now.” He said, before closing the door behind him. The sound of the chain and the lock clicking shut was hard to hear but after a few moments Carl deemed it safe to get up.

He immediately ran over to the door and started pulling on the handle, to no avail. A hard shove against the door just made the chain on the other side jangle loudly. With a sigh Carl flopped back onto the mattress, wrapping himself in the blanket.

Another look out the window didn’t reveal much, only that they were parked near a small diner and a gas station, with nothing else visible nearby except the sprawling plain. With a sigh Carl closed his eyes, praying he would wake up from this nightmare.

Carl didn’t bother sitting up when the door opened again. Negan walked over and placed a water bottle by his head before lightly petting his hair.

“Decided what you want to eat yet honey?” He asked, leaving his hand on Carl’s shoulder. He was silent for a moment before opening his eyes and sitting up.

“Can… can I have some scrambled eggs?” He asked nervously, not knowing if Negan was playing some sort of trick on him. Negan smiled warmly before standing up.

“Of course baby, I’ll get you some from the diner and we can eat together. How does that sound?” Carl nodded, not wanting to speak, and as soon as Negan left, he began gulping down the water greedily, realizing how thirsty he was.

After finishing half the bottle, he set it down, waiting for his captor to return. As Carl waited, he began to doze off, only waking when he heard the door open. He jumped awake at the noise, looking up as Negan walked in with two take out boxes. The smell of warm breakfast food filled the air, and Carl’s mouth began watering.

“Now Carl, I’m gonna feed you, but you have to be good for me, okay baby?” Negan said, opening one of the boxes and revealing a plate of scrambled eggs. Carl nodded, not finding the confidence to speak.

“Ah ah ah, if you want something you have to ask nicely baby.” Negan said, resting a finger on Carl’s lips. Carl gulped before speaking.

“Can you… can you feed me please?” He said in a quiet voice.

“Of course honey.” Negan said, smiling and getting out a plastic fork. He sat down in front of Carl, setting down the boxes of food. He pierced some of the eggs and held them to Carl’s mouth. Carl gingerly took the eggs off the fork and began eating. As Negan fed him bites, he began letting out soft groans, and to Carl’s curiosity a bulge began to form in his pants.

When Carl had finished the food he snuck a peek between the man’s legs again. Negan chuckled, seeing his stare.

“Look at that baby, you’ve gotten me a bit excited. Why don’t you help me out since I was nice enough to feed you, hm?” He said, placing a hand on Carl’s chin and tilting his head to look up at him.

“What do you mean?” Carl asked, trying to pull away. But to his fear, Negan’s grip moved from his chin to his neck as he shoved him onto the mattress stomach down.

“Don’t worry Carl, I’ll show you.” Carl yelped but was unable to move as Negan straddled his back, pulling his belt out of his pants and pulling down his zipper. Carl flailed his arms trying to escape but it was no use.

Negan had pulled out his hard cock and had it resting on Carl’s ass. He grabbed both of Carl’s wrists and transferred them into his left hand and held them down together above his head.

“Please- please stop! I don’t want to!” Carl begged, turning to his words when he couldn’t escape with his hands.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to do yet baby… don’t worry, you’ll like it.” Negan said, using his free hand to pull Carl’s shorts and underwear down. Carl whimpered as his ass was exposed.

Negan groaned at the sight of pale unmarked skin, with a few brown freckles scattered around, but when his eyes drifted down he let out a heavy breath.

“Fuck, look at that… you have a cute little cunny baby.” Carl whimpered and shoved his face into the mattress. Negan only chuckled, spreading his lips to reveal soft pink flesh.

“Now this is just perfect.. gonna get you all nice and wet and put a baby in you, hun.” Carl whimpered louder at that, sobs beginning to wrack his body as Negan slowly pushed one finger into Carl.

Negan slowly thrusted his finger in and out of Carl, chuckling to himself as the boy began to produce wetness to help slick the way. Soon, Negan was pressing a second finger in as well, causing Carl to cry out in pain.

“Please… please stop.” Carl lifted his head to plead with Negan but the man just growled and pushed his head back down, before removing his fingers and spitting into his hand to slick up his cock.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna treat you really well. Gonna fill you up and put a baby in your tummy.” As Negan spoke, he pressed his cock against Carl’s opening, pushing until the head popped in.

Carl let out a loud sob, hands clutching the sheets tightly as Negan groaned in pleasure. He gave a few experimental thrusts before forcing himself all the way in, balls resting against Carl’s ass.

As Carl cried wordlessly, Negan looked down. The sight of Carl stretched around his cock, a little bit of blood seeping out, was almost too much. He quickly started a brutal pace, fucking into Carl so hard his body rocking forward, inching up the bed.

It didn’t take long for Negan to grow close, Carl’s sobbing only aiding him. With a loud groan and one final thrust, he came as deep inside the boy as he could get.

After a few moments, Negan pulled out and let go of Carl, watching as he sniffled and cried, reaching back to feel the cum and blood leaking out of him.

“You did so good for me baby, I’ll get you a treat at our next stop, okay?” Negan said, before placing a soft kiss on Carl’s forehead. As Carl curled into a ball on the mattress, Negan stood up, pulling his pants back up and putting on his belt.

“What do you say Carl?” He asked, a frown on his face.

“Th- thank you… Negan..” Carl managed to stutter out between whimpers. A dark smiled covered Negan’s face and he said nothing as he left the tiny room, closing the door behind him and leaving Carl to curl up and cry himself to sleep.

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When Carl next woke up, the truck was moving again. It was midday by the looks of it, and they were once again on a long road in the middle of nowhere. Carl sighed, rubbing his face. He felt dirty and grimy, it had been days since he’d showered.

As he sat up and leaned against the wall of the small room, he began tearing up again. He had just wanted to use the bathroom, before going to Disneyland with his loving parents, and now he was trapped in the truck of a psycho.

He sighed and flipped around, looking out the small window at the passing landscape, trying to soothe his boredom. When that didn’t work he went back to the mattress, making the bed and examining his spiderman blanket. The hero hadn’t protected him after all.

At some point, Carl must have dozed off because when he woke up, the truck was still again. Now, it was parked outside what seemed to be a motel in a small town. Carl perked up at this, looking at everything he could see out the window.

Suddenly, the door opened behind him. Carl yelped and turned around, looking up at Negan.

“Quiet now…. I’m gonna explain some things to you Carl.” Negan said, crouching down to be at eye level with Carl. All he could do was gulp and nod. Negan softly hooked a finger under his chin as he spoke.

“You belong to me now. Forget your parents because they’ll never find you. Neither will the cops. You’re over 100 miles from where I took you, and they probably think you’re dead already. What’s gonna happen now is you’re gonna do what I want you to, when I tell you to. Am. I. Understood?”

Carl was shaking in fear, and he nodded shakily as Negan moved his hand away and stood up.

“Good. Now, we’re going to stay the night at this motel and then get breakfast in the morning. You’re going to be quiet, and if you aren’t? I’ll cut your throat open.” He said, smirking as if the thought was exciting to him.

Carl could only whimper and nod once more, yelping as Negan grabbed his hand and led him out of the room. It was clear now that the room he had been in was a small compartment in the storage part of the truck. Negan led Carl out the back of the truck, closing it and locking it while not letting go of his hand.

The grip was beginning to become painful as Negan led him over to one of the motel room doors, opening it with a key and pushing Carl in before himself.

The room was plain, a single bed and a door that presumably led to a bathroom. Negan nudged him again, and Carl moved out of the way, watching as Negan went through a backpack on the bed. He pulled out some sort of device, shoved it in his pocket, and turned back to Carl.

“Stay here. Stay quiet. There’s snacks in the backpack if you need to eat.” Negan said in a firm tone, exiting the room and locking the door. A few sounds were heard from the other side before Negan walked off. Unfortunately, the small rundown motel room didn’t have a window.

After a few minutes, Carl walked over to the backpack, looking through it. Along with a change of clothes, he found a few granola bars, a bag of chips, a small bottle of Gatorade, and a chocolate bar.

Carl’s face lit up as he grabbed the chocolate, the chips, and the Gatorade, eating and drinking them all almost immediately. Realizing how thirsty he was, Carl ran into the bathroom and turned on the sink, drinking mouthfuls of water.

As soon as he was satisfied Carl sighed and walked back out into the room. Hopping up onto the bed, a thought struck him. If Negan was gone, he could unlock the door and leave!

He quickly ran over, undid the lock, and tried to twist the doorknob. Only, it was stuck. No matter how hard Carl pulled, pushed and twisted, nothing worked.

Holding back a sob at his failed escape attempt, he turned and crept back into the bed, getting under the covers and hiding his head as he cried.

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Once again, Carl was startled awake. The door opened and shut loudly and he turned over to see Negan with a shopping bag in hand.

“Up you get honey, you need a shower.” He said with a smirk, putting the bag down and walking over to Carl, who was still frozen. He gently stroked Carl’s cheek.

“Oh… have you been crying honey? That’s alright, I’ll make you feel much much better.” As Negan said that, he scooped Carl into his arms, carrying him towards the bathroom, ignoring his shocked yell.

As they entered the bathroom, Negan gently placed Carl down on his feet and locked the door, placing the shopping bag on the counter. Carl watched in curiosity as Negan pulled out a folded pair of pajamas. Negan turned to Carl as he spoke.

“Now, after you’re nice and cleaned up, I have some fresh clothes for you. And if you’re good, I won’t have to hurt you again, okay? Maybe you’ll even get a little treat.” He gave Carl a smile with hooded eyes, before walking to the shower and turning it on, feeling the water to see if it was warm enough.

“Now… let’s get you undressed baby.” Carl gulped as Negan walked over to him again. “Arms up in the air for me.” Carl shakily obeyed, holding back a whimper as Negan’s hands brushed his belly while pulling his dirty shirt off of him. It was true that he needed a shower, both him and his clothes were covered in sweat and dirt. As Negan slowly pulled Carl's pants down, he let out a groan at the sight of his underwear.

Dried cum and blood was smeared all over them, a reminder of what had happened in that small room in the truck. Negan slowly pulled them off, tossing them with his other clothes, before beginning to take off his own clothes, Carl could only close his eyes and attempt to cover his privates.

As soon as Negan was undressed, he ran his hands up and down Carl’s exposed sides, causing him to wiggle away, not liking the ticklish feeling. Negan only chuckled before holding the boy’s shoulders and guiding him into the shower.

Despite how uncomfortable he was with Negan, Carl immediately relaxed under the warm spray, as it began to clean the dirt off of him. He heard some shuffling behind him, before Negan was rubbing soap onto his skin, not missing a single spot.

Carl couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the feeling of Negan's strong fingers massaging his scalp as he rubbed in shampoo. As soon as Negan was done, he turned Carl around to face him instead of the water, letting the soap wash away and out of his hair, dirty water streaming after it.

Carl tries his best to ignore it, but as he was facing Negan it was undeniable. Negan was hard, his cock was only inches from his face. Dripping precum. Trying to focus on the warm water, Carl closed his eyes.

As the last of the soap was cleaned off of his body, Carl gasped, feeling something press against his cheek. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know what it was, but he did anyways. The head of Negan’s cock was against his cheek, and soon Negan's hand fell atop his head, gripping his hair tightly.

“Cmon baby… just lick the tip for me, I’ll handle the rest.” He said, smiling down at Carl with hooded eyes. Carl gulped, but knowing he had no other choice unless he wanted to end up dead. He licked it quickly, not liking the taste of the clear liquid dripping from it, before looking up at Negan again.

“Oh honey, you gotta keep licking it” he said, stroking Carl’s cheek and guiding him forward again.

Tears began to stream down his face as Carl continued to lick at the head, Negan beginning to leisurely stroke himself as Carl did so. After a bit, Negan stepped back.

“You did so good for me baby, now we’re gonna do something else…” His words were the only warning Carl got before Negan was grabbing him by the armpits, forcing him to curl his legs around Negan’s body unless he wanted to fall, grasping at his shoulders with his hands. Negan pressed Carl’s back against the wall, holding him there with a grin.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna take real good care of you now.” As Negan spoke, he took a hold of his hard cock and rubbed it against Carl’s opening, making him whimper in fear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle this time.” Negan said, pressing the pad of his thumb to Carl’s small clit and rubbing it before moving his hand lower and sliding a finger into him. Carl let out a long whine, closing his eyes tightly as Negan began to thrust his finger in and out slowly.

Each time, Carl let out a tiny moan, the feeling of something inside him feeling good despite the fact he hated what was happening. Negan was letting out his own groans, eyes glued to where his finger was disappearing inside of Carl. Almost as soon as Carl managed to open his eyes again, Negan slid another finger in, pressing Carl against the shower wall even harder and pressing his lips against Carl’s.

Carl gasped, allowing Negan to slide his tongue into Carl’s mouth, making Carl gag. Negan ignored this, continuing to thrust two fingers into him, forcing pleasured sounds out of the young boy.

Negan pulled away from Carl, allowing him to suck in big breaths at the relief of being able to breathe again. Negan took the opportunity of his distraction to slide in another finger, causing the boy to let out a loud whine. Negan then pulled out his fingers, licking them clean with a groan.

“I think you’re ready now honey. Gonna make you feel really good, I promise.” He said, lining up and slowly pushing in. Carl let out a choked sob, hating how good it was beginning to feel. Hating that his kidnapper and rapist was giving him so much pleasure.

Negan didn’t waste any time, immediately fucking into carl with a fast pace, already close from carl licking him.

“I’m gonna fill you up baby, gonna put a baby in your tummy and make you mine.” Carl only sobbed harder at this, closing his eyes. Then, Negan thrusted all the way in, stilling as he came hard, making sure to get as deep as possible so he could knock up the young boy.

After a few moments, he pulled out, gently placing Carl back on his feet, still holding his arms as He was shaking like a fawn. He crouched down, getting on his knees to clean up the mess he had made of Carl, before turning off the water.

“Let’s get you into some fresh clothes, hm?” Negan gently guided the still shaking Carl out of the shower, drying him off with one of the motel towels gently.

“Now you can get into these.” Negan said, handing Carl a pair of dark blue pajamas with green dinosaurs all over them, and a pair of underwear. Carl sniffled and nodded, taking them from Negan and slowly putting them on until he was fully dressed in the soft and warm clothes.

Negan gently grasped his hand and led him out into the room and over to the bed, before leaving the room with a quick word that he’d be right back. Carl, too shaken to move, just crawled up onto the bed.

A few moments later, Negan returned, holding a large stuffed animal. It was a gray and white wolf, positioned as if laying on its belly. Negan laid it in the middle of the bed, before walking around to Carl.

“Now baby, I’m gonna help you feel really nice okay? It’ll help you fall asleep better.” Negan said, slowly pulling Carl’s new pajama pants and underwear off him. He guided Carl to straddle the back of the plush wolf, telling him how to move steadily until he was grinding against it.

“That’s it baby, you just keep doing that.” Negan said, watching with hooded eyes from the end of the bed.

Carl continued, figuring that this was better than Negan doing something else to him. After a while, he began feeling a tingling in his crotch.

“Um.. Negan? I think I have to use the bathroom…” he said quietly, not wanting to upset the man. But Negan only grinned.

“That’s fine, you just keep doing what you’re doing, it’ll be okay, I promise.” He said, leaning back against the wall opposite the bed.

Carl whimpered and looked down as he continued. With each hump, he could feel the stickiness between his legs building, as well as the warm tingling feeling.

He began letting out little whines as his hips continued to move, but shakily now.

“Negan… I’m gonna pee!” He cried, looking up at the man, not stopping for the risk of making him angry. Negan walked over and got onto the bed behind him, holding his hips and helping him move until after a few more futile movements, Carl tensed up, letting out a long moan as he came, legs trembling for a bit before he calmed down, panting and twitching.

Negan sighed in pleasure at the sight, gently laying Carl back and moving the stuffed wolf, which now had a wet patch, off the bed and getting out baby wipes to clean up Carl.

By the time he was finished, Carl was already asleep, and Negan simply put his pants back on before getting into the bed, pulling the covers over both of them and spooning Carl as the sun set outside.

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Carl woke up to the sound of birds chirping. He blinked a few times, looking around, realizing he was in the motel still. Negan was nowhere to be seen. Carl slipped out of the bed, looking around. He soon found the pajama pants he had been given, and got redressed. A glance at the clock on the nightstand told him it was 7:34 in the morning.

He creeped over to the door, but right as he was about to open it, the doorknob made a noise as someone unlocked it from the other side. Carl jumped back and stood by the bed as Negan unlocked the door and walked in, holding a bag. He smiled at the sight of Carl.

“Hey sweetheart… I was just at the laundromat cleaning up your clothes and your new stuffie.” Negan said with a smile, pulling the stuffed wolf out of the bag. Carl couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it. Negan chuckled and handed it to Carl, looking at him expectantly.

“Thank you Negan..” Carl said in a soft voice, hugging the wolf to his chest as he looked up at the older man. Negan smiled, before putting the bag on the bed and pulling out Carl’s clothes, freshly washed.

“Why don’t you change into these, and we can go get some breakfast, hm?” Negan said, stroking Carl’s cheek with a finger. Carl nodded shakily, grabbing his clothes and beginning to walk towards the bathroom, before a heavy hand fell on his shoulder.

Carl turned to Negan, fear flooding him as he noticed the man’s frown.

“We’re together now Carl… you can change in front of me.” He said in a dark voice, fingers tightening around Carl’s shoulder.

“I- I… I have to use the bathroom. Sir.” Carl said shakily, trying to stop tears from springing to his eyes. Negan leaned closer, speaking right into Carl’s ear.

“Don’t you ever lie to me. You lie to me and you’ll be dead real soon.” Negan said, before leaning back and letting go of Carl.

Carl only whimpered and nodded, scampering off to the bathroom and closing the door, sitting on the toilet and trying to muffle his sobs.

With the stuffed wolf and new pajamas, Carl had almost forgotten what a monster Negan was.

After he was done in the bathroom, having washed his hands and put on his clothes, he exited, seeing Negan packing their things away. He smiled at the sight of Carl, like nothing had happened.

“Hey honey. We’re gonna go get some breakfast, okay? We’re far enough away nobody's gonna recognize you or try to take you from me. So you get to come into the restaurant this time!” Negan said happily. Carl only nodded, swallowing back the whine at the idea of being so far away from home, from his parents.

Negan grabbed Carl’s hand, leading him out of the motel room, and to the truck, opening the door and helping him climb into the passenger seat.

“I’ll be right back honey, just returning the room key.” Negan said, closing the door and locking it, before walking away and around a corner. As Negan left, Carl’s curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked into the glove box. It was full of papers, empty wrappers, and a few pens. Carl took one out, doodling on his hand halfheartedly.

He jumped when the driver’s side door opened, and Negan climbed in. He was still holding the pen, and the glove box was open. Negan only chuckled and took the pen, putting it away and closing the glove box.

“All kids love drawing on themselves huh?” He smiled and gently took Carl’s hand, reaching under his seat and pulling out a pack of baby wipes. He used one to gently rub off the drawings, before tossing it behind his seat and letting go of Carl’s hand.

“Alright. Just a quick drive and we’ll be at a nice little diner for breakfast. And since you were so good last night, you can order anything you want.” Negan said, tapping Carl on the nose as he finished speaking. Carl wrinkled his nose, but smiled softly. It had been a while since he had eaten properly, and he was starving. As if to announce it, his stomach rumbled right then. Negan let out a laugh as he started up the truck, driving them off.

As they drove, Carl looked out the window at the passing landscape. They seemed to be in a small town, with lots of people out and about, enjoying the sun.

After around 20 minutes, they pulled into the parking lot of a cute looking diner. As they both exited the truck, Carl could smell the food from the diner, his mouth watering. Negan grasped Carl’s hand as they walked over.

As they walked in, a woman wearing an apron came up from behind the counter.

“Hi there! What can I do for you two today?” She said with a bright smile.

“Just a table for two, please.” Negan said, stroking Carl’s hand with his thumb.

“Alright, just follow me!” The woman grabbed some menus, leading them to a small booth. Letting them sit down before she walked away.

Carl tentatively looked at the kids menu he had been given. He scanned it quickly, eyes landing on the chocolate chip pancakes. His face lit up, and he put the menu down to look at Negan, who was scanning his own menu. Negan noticed his look and put his menu down.

“Decided then?” He asked, leaning back. Carl nodded, fiddling with his own hands. Soon enough, a different woman walked over to their table.

“Hey guys! Can I get some drinks started for you?” She asked, holding a small notepad to write down their orders.

“Actually I think we’re ready to order food too.” Negan said, picking up his menu.

“Great! What can I get for you two then?” Carl spaced out as Negan spoke, looking at a tv in the corner that was playing some sports game. It went quiet and he realized both Negan and the woman were looking at him.

“Uh… can I get.. the- the chocolate chip pancakes? And a vanilla milkshake?” He said nervously, his voice slightly hoarse from lack of use. The woman smiled and wrote it down, walking back towards the kitchen. Carl looked towards Negan again. The man was smiling at him.

“That’s one thing you can always count on from kids your age, wanting something sugary.” He said with a chuckle. Carl only looked back down at his menu, deciding to use the crayons to play the little puzzles it provided.

A few minutes later, another group walked in, 4 adults, who ended up sitting near Carl and Negan. Carl stared at them for a second, one of them giving him a little wave. He waved back, before turning back to his menu.

A few minutes later, their food was delivered to the table. Carl immediately dug in, pouring syrup all over the pancakes and eating them rapidly, all the while sipping his milkshake. Negan laughed at his eagerness, beginning to eat his own food, an omelet.

As they ate, Carl noticed the other group looking back and forth between him and the TV. A glance at it made his blood run cold. It was a news channel. Showing his face. Saying he was missing.

Negan seemed to take notice when Carl froze up, tossing some cash down on the table and grabbing Carl’s hand, dragging him out of his seat and towards the door. One of the men behind them stood up.

“Hey! Let him go!” Carl heard them running towards him, but Negan was faster. He scooped him into his arms and ran outside. He opened the driver’s side door, tossing Carl over the center console and starting the truck. He immediately pulled out of the parking lot, ignoring the yelling from outside, getting onto the nearby highway and driving back out into the middle of nowhere.

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Negan drove off as quickly as possible. Carl, not wanting to anger him, had crawled into the cabin behind the front seats, curling up on the small bunk and pulling the curtain shut. Tears streamed down his face, and he didn’t bother to wipe them away. He had been so close to going home, yet it was ripped away from him cruelly.

After around an hour on the road, Negan pulled over. Carl looked up with shock as the curtain was ripped open, and Negan roughly grabbed his wrist with a grip tight enough to bruise. He yelped, clawing at Negan’s hand as he dragged him out of the truck. They were on a dirt road, surrounded by tall grass and some trees. Negan used one hand to open the back of the truck, dragging Carl in and moving a sheet of metal to reveal the door to the hidden room.

“No, no please! I’ve been good!” Carl began desperately clawing at Negan, trying to get free. Negan ignored him, unlocking the door and throwing Carl in on the ground, before closing and locking the door.

Carl shakily pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, gasping after having the breath knocked out of him. He flipped over and pushed himself into the corner, curling into a ball and wrapping his arms around his knees. He loudly sobbed for a few minutes, but when he heard the door being unlocked he quickly wiped his eyes and looked up.

Negan entered the room, rage filling his eyes. In his hand was a large, sharp, knife. Carl’s eyes widened.

“Please… please no I’ve been good I’ll be good please don’t kill me please!” He begged, unable to stop his sobbing. Negan walked closer and crouched down in front of Carl.

“Take off your shirt. Now.” He said, his voice flat, barely covering his anger. Carl shakily did as he was told, revealing his pale and skinny body. With the lack of food and water over the past few days, he had grown skinny, his ribs visible, and some bruises were blooming on his chest and back.

Negan grabbed Carl’s arm, dragging him forward and pinning him to the ground on his stomach. Carl started gasping, trying desperately to escape Negan’s grasp. This was it. He was going to die, never to see his parents again.

Negan slowly brought the blade down, making a long shallow cut up Carl’s back. The young boy couldn’t hold back a scream of pain. Negan only ignored it, continuing to make cuts all over Carl’s back. At some point, Carl lost track, going limp and crying silently. He felt the weight move off of his back, and heard a belt buckle click.

Once Negan’s pants were around his knees, he was quick to pull out his hard cock. He quickly began stroking himself, and it only took a few moments before he was cumming over Carl's back, and the open cuts.

Carl could only wince and whimper at the sting. Negan got up soon after that, grabbing the knife and standing. He pulled up his pants, re buckled his belt, and left the room, slamming it behind him and locking it.

Carl laid still for a while, not paying attention to the time passing. After a while, he felt the truck rumble to life once more, pulling off the secluded dirt road and heading back to, presumably, the highway.

He shakily pushed himself up, hissing at the feeling of the cuts. He noticed his shirt in the corner, grabbing it and balling it up to dab at his back. Luckily, the cuts weren’t too deep, but they stung quite a bit. They stopped bleeding fast, and Carl tossed his shirt to the side so the blood could dry. He weakly dragged himself over to the mattress, flopping down without even taking the blanket off, immediately passing out.

When Carl woke up again, the sun was setting. The truck was still on the same highway, rumbling along. Carl began to sit up, the caked on crusted blood making him itchy. He reached a hand around to brush some of it off, before grabbing his shirt. It had patches of dried blood on it, but as it got colder he had no choice but to slip it on. He moved back to the mattress, laying down and looking out the small window. Nothing but fields for miles, all sorts of crops growing.

Carl sighed, wiping the tears from his eyes. Earlier when Negan had come in with the knife, he had thought it was the end. He wasn’t sure if him living was lucky or not. Every day he grew farther from his parents. And with Negan’s constantly changing mood, it might not be long before Negan decided to get rid of him.

After a while, Carl saw a truck stop in the distance. As they came closer, Negan slowed down, pulling in and parking. After the truck stopped, Carl heard Negan get out. For a while, it was silent, the sun disappearing and the sky turning a dark blue. Carl shivered, wrapping himself in the blanket. Soon, Carl heard the back of the truck open and close.

Carl tensed up as he heard the lock jingling, and he froze completely when Negan opened the door. Negan closed it behind him, sitting down and pulling a backpack off of his back. Negan sighed before speaking.

“Carl… I’m sorry I hurt you earlier. I was upset that someone tried to take you away from me. I hope you can forgive me. I got you some dinner, so eat up.” Negan pulled out a bag of chips and a bottle of water, putting them down next to Carl, before getting up and leaving.

Carl waited for a few minutes until he heard Negan get back into the front of the truck, before grabbing the chips and water, eating and drinking greedily. He was starving, and while it wasn’t much, any food was welcome.

As the street lights turned on outside, Carl curled up on the mattress, covering himself with the blanket and falling asleep in the cold dark room.

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After that, most days were spent driving aimlessly. Carl soon lost track of how long it had been. It didn’t help that he often passed out after Negan raped him, which was often. He slept through most of the long drives, quiet and hungry, only getting a snack and a small drink from Negan once a day. His cuts had almost entirely healed, but he was still wearing the same blood stained clothes. He sighed, laying down on the mattress and falling asleep for the night.

When Carl woke up again, the truck was moving. A glance out the window didn’t show much, the view being blocked by another car.

Another car.

That meant they were near people again. As the car moved, Carl gasped at what he saw outside. He had been here before! This was one of the small towns he had stopped in with his parents on their trip! He was getting closer to where he was taken from. Maybe someone would recognize him!

Carl fell backwards as Negan made a sharp turn, landing on his back, and hissing as his cuts hit the floor. He soon felt wetness soaking into his shirt, and realized one of his cuts must have reopened.

He pushed himself back into a sitting position, gingerly feeling at his back once more. In the light, the blood stains all over his shirt looked worse. There was dried blood coating his arms and legs too.

He sighed, crawling back to the window. Thinking hard, the small town did look familiar. It seemed Negan was heading back towards the place he had captured him from.

Maybe someone would recognize the truck, or maybe see him if they went to another motel. It would be risky for Negan, if they were closer to where he was abducted, surely the news would be talking about him.

Carl laid down on the mattress on his stomach. He felt so mature now. He was only 9, but this whole experience had made him grow up quite fast.

Soon, Negan pulled into a truck stop on the edge of town. It was quiet for a while, all Carl could see from the window was another truck. His stomach grumbled. It had been a while since he ate properly. Not to mention how dry his mouth was.

After a while, Carl heard Negan opening the back, getting it, and walking over to the door. He got up, pushing himself into the corner and sitting there.

Negan opened the door, holding a plastic shopping bag in one hand, and a bucket in the other. He wordlessly put the bucket down, and took a water bottle and a bag of chips out the bag. He tossed them onto the mattress.

“Stand up.” He ordered Carl, his voice not revealing any emotion. Carl did as he was told nervously. Negan took a small box out of the shopping bag, opening it and taking out a small plastic device with a stick coming out of it.

“Pee onto the stick. Stand over the bucket while you do it, and don’t make a mess.” Negan said, handing Carl the device. He gulped and nodded, taking and waiting for Negan to leave. When he didn’t, Carl only looked down and did as he was told, all with Negan’s eyes on him.

As soon as he was done, Negan grabbed the bucket and the device, leaving and locking the door behind him. Carl sat down on the mattress, opening the chip bag and having a few, before having a sip of water.

After a few minutes, Carl heard Negan coming again. He put down the food, looking at the door expectantly. When Negan came in again he was holding the device. He closed the door behind him, sitting down next to Carl.

“Honey, I have some news for you.” He handed the device to Carl.

“Do you see that symbol on the little screen? Can you tell me what it is?” He asked softly, looking at Carl with adoration. Carl looked at it for a bit.

“It’s… it’s a plus sign?” He said nervously. Negan smiled and took the device back.

“That’s right… that means you’re gonna have a baby. I put my love into you, and now you’re pregnant.” Carl gasped.

“Wh- what?! I can’t be, I’m only 9… I can’t have a baby! Only adults do that!” Negan cut Carl off with a harsh slap, making Carl yelp in pain, rubbing at his sore red cheek.

“Enough of that. You’re having a baby, so act like an adult. We’re gonna go see an old friend of mine, he lives near here, and he’s a doctor.” Negan stepped out of the room, returning seconds later with a bag.

“Here are some fresh clothes. Get dressed, my friend is coming to pick us up.” Carl took the bag, taking out the clothes. It was a pair of black pants, and a white shirt with red sleeves. To finish the outfit, there was a baseball hat for some sports team Carl didn’t know.

He put on the clothes, and followed Negan out of the truck, holding his hand. They waited at a table at the truck stop. After a few minutes, a woman nearby walked over.

“Wow, hot day today huh? Wish I had a hat too!” The woman had a kind voice, and Carl smiled.

“Is that your son?” She asked Negan curiously, noticing they were holding hands.

“Oh, yeah.” Negan answered awkwardly. As Carl looked up and smiled at the woman she squinted at him with a confused look, before walking away. Negan tightened his grip on Carl’s hand.

“Don’t even think about trying anything, or I’ll slit your damn throat.” Negan whispered right into Carl’s ear, making him shiver and nod.

Soon, a black Carl pulled up, and Negan began walking over to it, pulling Carl along. They both climbed into the back, putting on seat belts as the car pulled away. The man driving was large, with unkempt hair and a bit of stubble on his chin.

Just as they turned the corner, Carl heard sirens. All he could catch was a glimpse of police cars as they sped away.

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After about 30 minutes and a long drive down a windy road in the woods, they reached a cozy looking cabin.

Despite his awful situation, Carl’s eyes lit up at the sight. He had always wanted to stay in a cabin out in the woods. He and his dad had planned to eventually, but it had been a while since he’d last seen his dad.

As the car parked, Negan hopped out, going around to the other side of the car to help Carl out. He held Carl’s hand, giving him what was supposed to be a reassuring look as they walked inside. The cabin was nicely furnished, a couch, some armchairs, and a small kitchen. In the corner, some stairs led down, and looking up revealed a small loft. A tv was mounted on the wall, and below it was a large fireplace.

The doctor led them down the stairs, and into a small hallway with one doorway at the end and two on either side. The doctor opened a door, ushering Carl and Negan inside. A small window at the top of the room let in some light, and the man turned on a lamp that was on a desk to light up the room fully. There was a bed in one corner, with a few machines next to it. Negan let go of Carl’s hand, letting the other man direct him.

“Alright there kid, just hop up on the bed and sit down, we’re just gonna check a few things.” The doctor then proceeded to give Carl a check up, reminding him of the way his doctor back home would. The man finished, turning to Negan.

“Well, aside from some malnutrition, he seems healthy. Just a blood test now.” The doctor turned to Carl.

“Ever had some blood taken before kid?” He asked, going over to the desk, taking some things out of the drawer before walking back over to him. Carl nervously shook his head at the sight of a needle.

“Alright, well it’s real simple. I’m gonna put a band around your arm, and put a small needle in a vein in the crook of your elbow, take some blood, and then you’re done.” He tore open a small packet, pulling Carl’s arm closer to him.

He first tied the tourniquet around Carl’s upper arm, before using a small alcohol wipe, the doctor cleaned the area.

“You might wanna look away for this part.” He said, Negan walking over and grasping Carl's other hand. Carl squeezed his eyes shut as the needle pierced his skin. He kept them closed until the needle was removed a few moments later, the doctor holding a cotton ball to the tiny wound, taping it to his arm.

“See, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” Negan asked, placing a hand on Carl’s shoulder. Carl only nodded, fiddling with his hands as the doctor went over to the desk, speaking up as he sat down.

“This is gonna take me a while, feel free to do whatever you guys would like, the guest bedroom is made up for you two, and the kitchen is full. Though Negan, if he is pregnant, it’s early enough you might just wanna get him an abortion.”

Negan didn’t give him a chance to continue before pulling a small knife out of his pocket, grabbing the doctor and holding it to his throat, making Carl gasp in fear.

“Don’t you ever. Say that to me. He and I are in love, and he is going to have my baby.” Negan said in a cold voice, the doctor nodding with a panicked look. Negan removed the knife, putting it back in his pocket and taking Carl’s hand, leading him out the room and back up the stairs.

“You just sit on the couch, I’ll put on a movie for you while I make us dinner.” Negan said with a smile, guiding him to the couch as he picked up the remote. Carl sat down, pulling a nearby blanket over himself. He looked up at the sound of the TV, some Disney movie playing. Negan went into the kitchen, leaving Carl on the couch.

He was finally somewhere comfortable, about to eat a real meal, and with something to do other than sleep. He happily watched the tv, a smile rising on his face.

The cabin was quiet for a while, only the sounds of Negan in the kitchen and the movie on the TV filling the room. Right as Carl was about to nod off, Negan came over and shook his shoulder. Carl opened his eyes sleepily.

“Huh? What’s, what’s goin on?” He asked in a tired voice, letting out a yawn afterwards. Negan laughed softly.

“Dinner is ready, baby. I hope Mac n cheese is okay.” He said, helping Carl off the couch. Carl’s face lit up with a huge smile.

“Mac n cheese? I haven’t had that in ages!” He excitedly ran over to the kitchen, standing on his tiptoes to see onto the counter.

Negan chuckled, walking over and grabbing two bowls, entering the small living room and placing them on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Carl sat down on the floor between the couch and the table, eagerly eating his food. It had been ages since he’d had a full meal, so something warm and freshly cooked was a dream come true. He finished in record time, using a napkin to wipe his mouth. He let out a small burp, before looking at Negan.

“Can… Can I have some more?” He asked nervously, holding his bowl. Negan took it with a smile.

“Of course baby, you’re eating for two now after all.” He said, walking to the kitchen. Even with the reminder of his current condition, Carl couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. The warm food and movies were more than he could have possibly asked for.

Maybe things with Negan wouldn’t be terrible.

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When Carl woke up, he was in a bed, Negan spooning him. He must have fallen asleep on the couch and been brought to the room. They appeared to be in one of the guest rooms. It didn’t have windows, but there was a ceiling fan and a light. On the way in front of them was a door, presumably to a bathroom They were in a queen sized bed, covered in a large quilt. It was very cozy, and Carl regretted getting out of bed, yet the growling of his stomach compelled him.

Negan didn’t make a sound as Carl slipped out of the bed, heading out of the room and up the stairs into the kitchen. He looked around a bit, before opening a few cabinets looking for snacks.

He jumped when he heard a chuckle, turning around and seeing Negan. He let out a sigh when he realized who it was. Since when was he not afraid of Negan?

“Looking for food honey? How about I run you a bath and you clean up while I get you some food ready.” Negan said, walking over to Carl and kneeling down to be eye level with him.

“I haven’t had a bath in a while!” Carl said, smiling and nodding. Negan gently grasped his hand and let him into their room, sitting him on the toilet while he ran the bath. As it filled, Negan turned to Carl.

“Time to get undressed, baby. Those clothes are filthy, they need a good wash.” He said, gently reaching for the bottom of Carl’s shirt. Carl tensed up, remembering their shower, but he let Negan take his clothes off. When he was naked, Negan turned off the water and helped Carl step in.

“I’ll go make you some breakfast honey.” Negan said with a smile, leaving the room. Carl heard his steps fade, letting out a sigh and sinking into the water, rubbing the grime and dirt off of himself with the soapy water.

When the water began to get cold, he stepped out of the bath, wrapping himself in a fluffy white towel. Negan walked in almost immediately after, smiling at Carl and draining the bath. Before helping Carl to dry off, making Carl giggle as he tickled him a bit. Once Carl was dry, Negan got on his knees facing Carl. He gently placed a hand over Carl’s stomach.

“I can’t believe we’re having a baby… you must be excited to be a daddy.” He said, gently rubbing over Carl’s still flat tummy. He wordlessly stood up, going into the bedroom and getting some clothes out of a backpack. He handed Carl the pajamas he had bought for him a while ago, watching as Carl got dressed.

“Alright, time for breakfast! I made you something really special.” Negan said, hooking a finger under Carl’s chin. Carl followed Negan into the living room, yawning as he walked. When he saw the plate on the table however, his eyes lit up.

Carl ran over to the table, hopping into the chair. There was a large plate with a waffle on it, and to the side was scrambled eggs and a few strips of bacon. His stomach growled as he looked at the food.

“Not so fast honey, still getting your drink. Would you like some butter or syrup?” Negan asked, turning to Carl after he closed the fridge.

“Mhm!” Carl said, bouncing in his seat excitedly. Negan smiled brightly as he brought over syrup, butter, and a glass of orange juice.

“You’ve been speaking more, that’s good. You need to exercise that lovely voice of yours.” Negan said, giving Carl a kiss on the cheek. Carl dug into his food immediately, using a knife and fork to cut it into bite sized pieces. He hadn’t eaten this well in god knows how long, and he was happy to finally be able to sleep in a proper bed too. Just as he was finishing, the doctor walked up the stairs, Negan turning to look at him.

“Hey Negan, the test is finished. He’s pregnant alright.” The man said, placing a few papers on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Man, where the hell is the remote?” As the doctor searched through the couch cushions, he didn’t notice the dark look on Negan’s face. It only took a moment before Negan was across the room, quickly slitting the man’s throat.

Carl could only gasp in horror, Negan dragging the man onto the tile in the kitchen just before blood started pouring onto the floor. Negan gave the body a final kick, before turning to Carl, who was frozen in shock. Negan walked over slowly, Carl scrambling out of the chair and under the table. Negan crouched down, looking at Carl with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry honey, he’s not gonna hurt you or your baby, I made sure of it.”

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It had been a few days since Negan had killed the doctor. They easily took up living in his home, Negan bringing the truck back to the house, leaving it outside, a reminder of Carl’s kidnapping every time he peeked out a window. Negan spent most of his time drinking and watching sports on the TV, while Carl snuck books and anything he could find up into the loft.

The ladder was a bit shaky but once Carl was up and pushing the trapdoor open, he smiled at the spacious area up above the house. There was a small window facing the front of the house, with the truck just out of view. Occasionally deer could be seen wandering by.

Carl sighed. Despite trying to distract himself there was nothing that could get his mind off the brutal scene from a few days ago. Blood had covered the tile. After Negan killed the man, he dismembered the body right there in the kitchen. When he was done with that, he gathered the parts into a bag and left the cabin for a few hours. When he returned, his feet and hands were coated in mud and dirt, but the bag was gone.

He used bleach to clean up every drop of blood, before retreating to their room and showering, leaving Carl cowering and crying under the table the whole time.

In the days since, Carl had been especially withdrawn, causing Negan to become angry and cold. While Carl hid, Negan drank. Some nights ended with Carl sleeping up in the loft to avoid his hits.

With a sigh, Carl climbed down the ladder of the loft, going into the kitchen and getting a glass of water. Negan wasn’t awake yet, and had been drinking last night, so Carl headed straight to their bedroom.

When he entered quietly, Negan was sitting up, rubbing his temples in pain. A bottle of pills sat on the nightstand, and Carl walked over, gingerly placing the glass of water next to it.

At the soft sound of Carl’s steps, Negan opened his eyes and looked at him. He sighed before giving a half hearted smile and patting the blanket over his lap, instructing Carl to climb up and sit. Carl hopped up on the bed, crawling into Negan’s lap warily.

“Carl… why have you been so distant lately? You know I love you, right? I don’t want to have to hurt you but if you don’t talk to me ....” Negan trailed off, grasping Carl’s wrist tightly. Carl gulped before speaking.

“I…. I was just scared…” Carl whispered, trying to hold back tears at the thought of what had happened. Negan’s grip tightened.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, Carl… we’re together. We’re in love. So why are you scared?” Negan’s voice was cold, and his grip was bruising

“Not- not of you! Of.. the blood! Please, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me” Carl said with panic, shaking his head rapidly, eyes squeezing shut.

Negan was silent for a moment before letting go of Carl’s wrist.

“That’s okay baby, I know that kind of stuff must make you queasy… especially when you’re pregnant.” Negan gently placed his hand on Carl’s stomach.

“I’ll be better… I promise.” Carl said, a few tears slipping down his face as he looked down. Negan hooked a finger under his chin and lifted his head up, wiping away the tears.

“Oh baby… you’re perfect. How about we make love? That’ll make us both feel better…” Carl’s blood ran cold as Negan said this, his hands wandering under Carl’s shirt. He didn’t dare to stop Negan, lifting his arms for Negan to take his shirt off when Negan tugged on it.

Soon enough, they were both fully undressed, Carl kneeling on the bed with Negan standing in front of him. Negan smiled, laying down on the bed.

“I want you to come up here and sit your pretty little cunt on my face, baby.” He growled, looking at Carl with hunger. Carl was confused, but crawled up the bed and towards Negan. He stopped, not quite sure how to position himself, but he didn’t have a chance to try as Negan grabbed his thighs and pulled him where he wanted him.

Carl’s small, hairless cunt was right above Negan’s mouth, and Negan wasted no time pulling him down and licking up through his slick folds. Carl yelped, gripping Negan’s short hair tightly as the man continued to lick into him, occasionally pulling back to lick and suck at his small clit.

Carl couldn’t even speak, pleasure wracking his body. He was shaking, thighs clenched around Negan’s head tightly. Within moments he was cumming, slick coating Negan’s chin and soaking his beard. He fell to the side, body going limp.

Negan growled, crawling on top of Carl and moving him to lay on his back. He pressed his hard cock against Carl’s opening, and began to push in despite Carl’s protests.

“Please- stop-“ Carl was only able to get a few words out between sobs.

“Oh baby… I know it must feel like a lot, especially after you just came… but I’ll take good care of you.” Negan said, before he began to brutally fuck into Carl. With each thrust, Carl couldn’t help but let out a high pitched whimper. As the pain faded, he grew horrified as it began to feel good.

Carl used his hands to cover his mouth, desperately trying to hold in his noises, but Negan wasn’t having any of it and pulled them away, pinning them above Carl’s head with one hand.

“I’m close, baby… you feel so good. So tight.” Negan groaned, his hips slowing down until he gave a final, hard thrust into Carl, filling him with his seed.

After a few minutes, Negan let go of Carl, pulling out slowly and watching as cum dripped from Carl’s gaping hole.

“Fuck… that’s a pretty sight. But I guess it’s time for a shower, huh?” Negan’s words were barely understandable through the thick haze clouding Carl’s brain. Soon enough, it washed over him fully as he passed out.

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It had been about two weeks since Negan and Carl had moved into the cabin, and food was beginning to run low.

Every night, Negan would open the fridge before slamming it shut with a growl and watching the news. Apparently the woman at the truck stop had recognized Carl. And even better, she got a photo of Negan.

They now knew what Negan and his truck looked like. Patrols were sent out regularly, and there were checkpoints on all roads exiting the town. They were trapped.

They knew Negan and Carl were here, and they were determined to find them.

Despite this, Carl couldn’t help but feel conflicted. His parents loved him, sure, but would they still love him if they found out about all the things him and Negan had done together? Not to mention they were getting too old for another baby, and they couldn’t afford that plus hospital bills for Carl. But Negan and him had a nice cabin in the woods, and Negan was going to take care of him and his baby. Maybe it would be better this way.

Carl sighed, trying to clear his thoughts as climbed down from the loft. Negan was sitting on the couch once more, watching the news with a grim look. When he spotted Carl, he quickly turned it off. Leaning back and closing his eyes with a long sigh.

Carl walked over and sat on the couch next to Negan, leaning against him, enjoying the warmth as he wrapped his arm around Carl.

“You’re causing me a lot of trouble Carl…” Negan said, a bit of sadness filling his tone.

“I’m sorry….” Carl said, looking down and curling in on himself slightly. Negan removed his hand from around Carl.

“You’ve been good lately, keep it that way.” Negan got up, heading down the stairs, presumably to their room.

Carl slipped off the couch, heading to the kitchen and opening the fridge. They didn’t have much, but there was a carton of juice. He quietly took it out of the fridge, placing it on the counter and looking up at the cupboard the cups were in. It was a bit tall, but if he stretched he could reach it.

He managed to open the cupboard, setting his eyes on a small glass. He had never drunk from a glass before, only plastic cups.

He stretched his arm, standing on his tiptoes to reach for a glass. He managed to brush it with his hand, and strained just a bit more. He fingers wrapped around part of the glass, and he pulled it forward.

It happened like it was in slow motion. The glass tipped and began to fall, tumbling out of the cupboard and right onto the tile, shattering. Carl winced at the sound, closing his eyes until it was silent.

He opened his eyes, gulping at the scene. The glass was shattered into pieces, covering the kitchen tile. Carl distantly heard a door slam, but he was frozen in place, unable to react.

When Negan came storming into the kitchen, anger evident on his face, Carl finally moved, falling backwards onto his hands and butt, pushing himself into the corner of the kitchen with tears running down his face.

“God fucking Damnit! You know we can’t replace this shit, right?! God Damnit Carl!” Negan yelled, face turning slightly red.

“I- I’m sorry-“ Carl didn’t get to finish before Negan walked over and backhanded him, causing him to yell and put a hand over the red mark on his cheek.

“Come on. Up.” Negan didn’t give Carl a chance to get up on his own, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him out the kitchen, narrowly missing the broken glass. As he was dragged through the house, Carl struggled to get on his feet, luckily managing to do so before they got outside.

His eyes widened as Negan began heading for the truck.

“Wait- no! Please! I- I’ll be good! What- what about the baby?” Carl cried out as Negan pulled him towards the back of the truck.

Negan stopped at that, throwing Carl into the dirt and crouching down to get closer to him.

“This is your fault! If you die it’s your fault, and if your baby dies it’s your fault too!” Negan hissed, walked over to the truck to unlock it. He pulled up the door, walking back over to Carl who was now openly sobbing.

As Negan tossed him into the small cold room, there was only one thing on his mind.

Negan had called it his baby, not their’s.

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Carl cried himself to sleep that night, bundled up tightly in the blanket as he shivered in the cold room in the back of the truck.

He drifted in and out of sleep, waking up once more with light shining into the room through the window. He slowly sat up, holding his stomach. He was hungry, thirsty, and tired.

He jumped at the sound of clanging metal from the truck opening. He heard stomping come closer, as he fearfully pushed himself into the corner like he had many times before.

Negan opened the door with a sour face, not saying anything as he dragged Carl out the truck and back inside, into the office that once belonged to the doctor. He sat Carl on the bed, angrily shuffling through the drawers.

Negan made a sound of satisfaction as he found a syringe, making Carl tense up. He left the room, and Carl rubbed the tears from his eyes. Negan wasn’t happy with him… could this be it? The end?

He yelped when Negan burst back into the room, the syringe now full of some liquid.

“No… no please! Don’t kill me! Please!” Carl begged, shaking his head and hiding his face in his hands.

Negan only growled and walked over, plunging the syringe into Carl’s neck, and pressing down on the plunger.

A cold feeling ran through Carl’s body, and he suddenly felt dizzy and hazy. So this was it, his end. Alone with his kidnapper in the middle of the woods where nobody would ever find him.

A few stray tears slipped down his face before everything went black.

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When Carl woke up, it was dark. He faded in and out for a while, before finally shifting and attempting to sit up. Carl hissed as his head bumped onto something. He soon realized that whatever he was in was moving. And it was bumpy… like a road.

Feeling around a bit confirmed his suspicions that he was in the trunk of a car. At least he wasn’t dead.

With a sigh he curled up onto his side, letting a few tears fall. If he wasn’t dead now, the fact he was in the trunk of a car was a sign he would be soon.

He picked at the carpet idly for a while, before Negan got caught up in what was presumably traffic. Stopping and going for minutes, making Carl more nauseated than usual.

Carl remembers his mom telling him about how she felt sick when he was carrying him, and a sob escapes his throat.

After a while longer, long after Carl’s tears had stopped, he heard voices outside the car. Two people talking. One of them is clearly Negan, but the other is unknown.

As Carl strains to listen he could just barely make out their conversation.

“Hello sir, just need your license and registration please.” The unknown voice says casually. A cop. Negan must be trying to leave the town, and they’re at one of the checkpoints.

A few moments later and some shuffling of papers, and things go quiet. Suddenly Carl realizes this is his chance to escape.

“Hey! Help me!” Carl begins yelling and pounding on the inside of the trunk.

“What was that?” The cop asks Negan, suspiciously. All is silent for a moment, before a gunshot rings out and suddenly the car speeds forwards, sending Carl crashing into the side of the trunk, knocking the breath out of him.

Yelling is heard briefly as Negan speeds away, taking wild turns and driving faster than was safe. Carl tries his best to keep himself from being thrown around in the back, with little success. He would definitely be bruised later.

Eventually the driving evened out when nobody gave chase to Negan, and they got onto some long road once more.

Carl yelled in frustration, kicking at the back of the trunk, before curling up and sobbing. With his energy drained, all Carl could do was pick at the carpet and sniffle, eventually drifting off.

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When Carl woke up again, the truck was still. It was cold, and he shivered in the darkness, curling up into a ball to preserve his little body heat.

Before Carl could even close his eyes, the trunk door was opened, a flashlight shined down on him, causing him to wince and cover his eyes.

“Get up.” It was Negan, his tone gruff and slightly angry. Shaking with fear, Carl slowly got out of the trunk of the car, looking around. They weren’t on a road anymore, instead parked in a field of tall grass, the car completely shut off.

Negan shoved him to the ground as soon as he was on his feet, making Carl yelp as he scraped his knees and fell into the dirt, dust clouding around him and making him cough.

“You’re becoming a real problem Carl…. I didn’t want to have to get rid of you, but I don’t have a choice. You understand, right? I loved you, but you have to go to sleep now. It’s a shame you never got to have your baby… but this is for the best.”

Carl whimpered as Negan said this. His suspicions were correct, Negan was going to kill him.

“But I won’t kill you here. I’m going to take you right back to where I took you from, and kill you there. Then, I’m gonna cut your heart out so I can always have a piece of your love with me. And then I can put you to sleep with all the others.”

Others. He wasn’t Negan’s first victim. Carl could only sob as Negan finished speaking, scooping him up and tossing him back into the trunk of the car, closing it soon after.

That night, the car stayed in the field, unmoving and freezing cold, leaving Carl shivering through the night, unable to sleep.

After that, they traveled for days. Always sleeping in the car, parked in hidden places. Carl was lucky if he got food or water, which wasn’t often, leaving him weak and even skinnier than before.

As they traveled, Negan only seemed to become more and more numb, like Carl was already dead.

After a few days, Carl lost track of day and night, constantly bathed in the darkness of the car’s trunk.

But when they parked just off the road for once, Carl knew. This was it. Negan had brought him back to the very same place he had taken him, and was going to kill him.

A few hours passed in the car, until it was the dead of night, before Negan opened the back and pulled out Carl.

Carl’s eyes were red, but he didn’t cry. He decided that if he was going to die it wouldn’t be while he was crying. He had to be brave, for his dad. He took a shaky breath as Negan led him into the grassy field behind the bathrooms and the small paved area where picnic tables, devoid of people, stood.

Soon, they reached a fence, cutting the short green grass off from the tall thick tan grass. Negan let go of Carl, taking his backpack off and slowly unzipping it.

Despite knowing it was a bad idea, Carl turned to look at Negan as he pulled out a machete. He looked at Carl with an almost kind smile.

“Don’t worry… I’ll make it quick.” He said, examining the blade before putting it back in the bag, setting it on the ground.

“But first…. We’re going to make love. One. Last. Time.” Negan’s eyes darkened as Carl whimpered, and he slowly pulled off his shirt, moving to Carl’s soon after.

Carl let his body be adjusted and moved like a doll and Negan undressed them both, getting a picnic blanket from his bag and laying it down over the grass.

Negan guided Carl until he was laying on his back on the blanket, his legs spread and his hairless cunt on full display. Negan groaned, gently sliding a single finger into Carl, who was doing everything he could to not cry or make any noises.

Negan mostly ignored him, slowly fingering him and stretching him out, taking his time and occasionally spitting onto Carl’s cunt for some extra slickness.

Eventually, he pulled his fingers out and lined himself up, slowly sinking into Carl’s tight, wet, heat.

He slowly began thrusting, making sure to get as deep as possible, eyes locked onto Carl’s expression.

Despite how hard he tried, Carl couldn’t help but let out small whimpers as a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

“You cry so beautifully baby… you keep doing that and I’ll cum in no time..” Negan finished his sentence with a groan and a deep thrust, staying still for a moment to grind deeper before resuming his pace.

All Carl could do was lay there and take it, keeping his eyes squeezing shut so he wouldn’t have to look into Negan’s face.

Soon, Negan’s thrusts became more erratic. Carl had been raped by the man enough times to know that meant he was close.

But then, Negan did something unexpected. He pulled out, making Carl open his eyes as Negan moved further up, dick hovering right above his face as he stroked himself a few times, sending jets of hot cum all over Carl’s face.

Carl quickly closed his eyes, face screwing up as he felt Negan paint his face with cum. Only when he felt Negan’s weight move off of him did he open his eyes and reach for his clothes, wiping the cum off of his face, before getting redressed to preserve at least some dignity before he died.

As he was wiping his hands on his shorts, he felt the machete graze the side of his neck, causing him to stiffen up and freeze in place.

“It was lovely knowing you Carl…”

He closed his eyes, waiting for the blow.

And then the world lit up with light.

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Bright white spotlights were shining on them, nearly blinding, while red and blue flashing lights could be seen coming down the road as sirens became audible.

Negan was quick to grab Carl and hold the machete right against his throat, holding Carl against his front and looking around at the cops surrounding them.

“I’ll slit his fucking throat I swear to god!” Negan screamed, pressing the blade down enough it drew a few drops of blood, causing Carl to tear up.

“Please help me…” Carl whimpered, hoping at least one of the policemen would hear his pleading.

“Leave us be! We’re happy like this! We’re in love! So leave us alone!” Negan’s tone only grew more angry as he yelled.

“Sir! Let go of the boy now or we will shoot!” One of the men yelled loudly.

“You won’t! Not with him right in front of me!” Negan yelled, his grip on Carl tightening, causing the young boy to begin sobbing.

They were at a standstill. The police couldn’t open fire with Carl right against Negan, and Negan wasn’t about to let him go.

As more and more police arrived on the scene, Negan only grew more agitated and antsy, while Carl was sobbing and holding Negan’s arm that held the knife to his neck.

After a bit a much bigger armored truck arrived, and a few people got out, their vests said FBI. One of the women stepped forward, raising her hands, showing she was unarmed.

“Hi, Negan, right? Can I talk to you?” She asked calmly, looking at Negan with a blank expression.

Negan didn’t say anything, only glaring.

“Negan, you love Carl, right? You don’t want him to get hurt. None of us do.” She continued, lowering her hands slowly, looking at Negan with what appeared to be sympathy.

“He won’t get hurt if you all leave and let us be…” Negan growled. Carl couldn’t see his face but the shaking of his grip revealed just how furious he was.

“Negan please…” Carl suddenly found himself speaking up, head tilting back ever so slightly so he could look at Negan with tears streaming down his face.

“Please let me go… don’t hurt me please… I’m still yours, I’ll stay with you, just please don’t hurt anyone…” Carl reached up a small hand and placed it on Negan’s cheek with some slight difficulty.

All of a sudden, Negan raised the knife, right about to drive it into Carl’s back. But before he could do anything, Carl pulled himself free, right as a gunshot rang out.

Everything was quiet. Or was it? Carl suddenly registered the intense ringing in his ears, and wetness dripping down his face. The next thing he noticed was the blinding pain, before everything went dark.

When Carl woke up again, it was only briefly, to flashing lights and motion sickness, before he faded back into sleep.

When Carl woke up next, it was much slower. It took him a few blinks to clear his vision, and a few more to realize he was in a hospital. One of his hands was warm, and a quick glance revealed someone holding his hand.

Still sluggish, Carl pulled his hand away, realizing something was covering his right eye. He reached up and gently felt the bandage over his eye, letting out a groan of pain.

This must have woke up the other people in the room because soon a soft voice echoed through the small area.

“Carl?” The voice was full of sadness and relief, and as Carl turned to look at the source he saw his father, his mother in a chair next to him with her head on his shoulder.

“Dad…” Carl managed to rasp, before he sent himself into a coughing fit.

A doctor soon came in, causing Lori to wake up as they gave Carl water and something to eat. Rick and Lori were escorted out the room while the doctors explained to Carl what had happened.

It was a stray shot meant for negan. When Carl had moved and freed himself, it grazed his head, taking out his right eye.

Carl talked to the doctors and therapists for a while, tears streaming down the left side of his face, before his parents were let back into the room.

All Carl could do was hug them silently. Despite everything, he was finally back with his family. He was safe.

After that, the days passed in blurs of tests and therapists and long drives until he was at the hospital near his home. It didn’t take long for the doctors to discover he was pregnant, and after talking to Carl and his parents, getting him a quick procedure to terminate it.

It took Carl a long time to learn how to go through life with one eye, but over time he managed.

Carl was home soon, unable to go back to school until he had seen his new therapist more. She was a kind and soft spoken woman, always making sure Carl was comfortable.

Carl also had to drink nutrition shakes with his meals to regain all the weight he lost while held captive.

He still woke up during the night, terrified he was back on the mattress in the truck, with Negan holding him down once more.

His parents never failed to be there to comfort him, Rick even taking time off of work to take care of Carl.

After a panic attack at public school the first day Carl returned, they decided to homeschool him.

With Carl’s police statement, plus an excavation of the truck stop, there was more than enough evidence to put Negan on death row. It was revealed Negan had kidnapped, tortured, starved, raped, and killed 12 other boys. More research into Negan showed that the hearts of the boys, which had been found to be missing from the buried bodies, were preserved in jars in Negan’s house, which wasn’t too far from the truck stop.

With Negan behind bars, and Carl home, he was finally on the path to recovery and happiness. He was finally home.

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The sun was setting in Atlanta. Carl and his family had moved there a few years ago when his dad had gotten a good job offer from the police force there. All in all, life has gotten better. Carl had turned 17 last week, and his mom was pregnant with his baby sister.

Carl had healed and recovered well over the years. He was always a bit skinny, but he was now within a healthy range. Even so, his parents made sure he ate lots.

However, the other kids in the neighborhood often picked on Carl for his face bandage. Being as young as they were, he didn’t let it bother him, knowing they didn’t know any better. Didn’t know about the gaping hole it covered.

On this particular sunny day, Carl was taking the short walk to a gas station to grab some candy bars from the store with his small allowance.

Reaching the corner store, he stepped inside, the bell attached to the door giving a small jingle. At the noise, the same man that was always behind the counter popped his head out of the back room.

The man gave Carl a quick wave, having recognized him, before retreating into the room once more.

Carl made his usual slow walk towards the candy aisle, ignoring the mom who gripped her daughter’s hand and pulled her closer when he walked by.

Most people are scared of him nowadays.

It didn’t bother him much anymore, and he continued with what he was doing. His eye scanned the different options set out today, before picking up a few chocolate bars and some m&ms, headed back to the counter.

Unfortunately, as he was turning around, he bumped into someone, falling backwards from the collision. His head smacked onto the floor with a loud thump.

He sat up, groaning and holding his head, looking up to see who had knocked him over. A frown made its way onto his face when he realized it was one of the kids from his neighborhood. One that seemed to take joy in making fun of Carl, Mitch. He sighed as the group of boys joined back up, laughing at him on the ground.

“Look what we have here! It’s the fucking pirate.” Mitch said, causing the rest of the boys to snicker.

Carl stayed silent, pushing himself off the ground and dusting off his legs.

“What, got nothing to say, fag?” One of the boys sneered at him while he picked up his dropped candy. At the boy's words Carl turned around angrily.

“So we have a fucking problem? What’s your issue with me? What the hell did I do to you?” Carl asked angrily, letting his emotions get the better of him for once. The boys only laughed.

“My problem is you’re a fucking fag, and I don’t want you in my neighborhood.” Mitch said, shoving Carl backwards as the other boys continued laughing.

“Cmon, what’re you gonna do? Call for your daddy?” Mitch sneered, the boys chuckling and looking amongst themselves like they’d told the funniest joke of all time.

After a moment, Carl stepped forward again, getting as close as he could to Mitch’s face without touching him, close enough he could feel his breath.

“No. I wouldn’t tell my dad. I’d just take his gun and kill you all. It wouldn’t be hard, I know where you live.” Carl growled out, glaring at the younger boy.

“Psh, I’m not- I’m not afraid of a gun!” Mitch said nervously, trying to play it off with a laugh. Carl smirked, realizing he now had the upper hand.

“Oh yeah? You should be. Do you know what a gun can do?” Carl said, letting himself smile almost sinisterly. The boys were silent for once, Mitch especially as a bead of sweat dripped down his face. Carl stepped back, tilting his head down as he slowly unwrapped the bandage from his face, letting it fall to the ground silently. He looked up at the boys.

Where his right eye once was, there was only a gaping hole. Scar tissue surrounding it, making it look even more horrifying. The boys were in shock as they stared at the gruesome wound.

“This…. This is what a gun can do.” Carl said, staring at the boys until all of a sudden, one of them bolted. The rest soon followed, the bell on the door jingling as they retreated. Carl smiled, not bothering to pick up his bandage as he walked to the counter with his candy.

He placed it down, watching as the employee quickly rang everything up, obviously disturbed by the 17 year old’s face.

Carl paid, grabbing his bag of goodies and exiting the store. Right as he took a few steps, he heard childish giggling coming from an alleyway.

He stopped and turned, seeing a boy who couldn’t be older than 10 playing with a plastic race car toy next to a dumpster.

Carl walked over, looking down as he loomed over the boy. The young child stopped playing, nervously looking up at Carl and whimpering when he saw the hole where Carl’s eye used to be.

“Hey kid… you shouldn’t be around here without your parents. There’s some creeps in the area Yknow.” Carl said, almost robotically, a memory tickling the back of his mind.

“Oh… my- my mommy sent me outside to play… she said she was busy…” the young boy said nervously. Carl was silent for a moment.

“How about I walk you home? That way you’ll be safe.” Carl said, smiling softly. Clearly afraid to say no to the older kid, the child nodded.

Carl gently grasped the young boy’s hand, leading him down the street as the boy guided him to the apartment complex he lived at. They soon reached the door, it was now dark out, with few people on the streets.

“Thank you for bringing me home mister…” the kid said, letting go of Carl and turning around. Something in Carl stopped him from moving. Just as the kid was about to enter the doors of the building, he jumped forward, grabbing the kid and covering his mouth, dragging him into the alleyway nearby and tossing him to the ground.

The young boy’s head collided with the concrete, and he was out.

Carl could only stare at the unconscious boy, panting. Despite the feeling of wrongness, his body was also filled with adrenaline.

Carl creeped closer, in almost a trance-like state, until he was next to the boy. He kneeled down, looking over the young boy’s body.

Carl reached forward, sliding the boy’s shirt up to reveal his chest, before his other hand slipped into his pocket, grasping the pocket knife he always kept on him.

All was still for a moment before Carl gently placed a hand over the kid’s mouth, and plunged the knife into his stomach. Despite the kid waking up, despite the muffled screams of pain, Carl didn’t stop stabbing until the body beneath him stopped moving and went cold.

After a while, Carl stood, putting away his knife, picking up his bag, and silently leaving the alleyway, ignoring the blood splattered over his shirt. He zipped up his jacket, walking home, finally feeling at peace for once.