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another life - carl grimes
warnings: BIG SPOILERS. s8, cute fluffy things at first, angst-ish, sad, sad, normal walking dead stuff, mentions of death, lots and lots of tears. 1.6k words
“where’s carl?” you asked michonne as you walked up the stairs of their porch. she looked like she was going somewhere.
“he’s upstairs. you need anything?” you smiled and shook your head. “no, just wanna see him.” she walked down the porch. “where are you going?” she didn’t answer she just kept walking.
i opened the door to the house calling out for carl. “carl.” i drug out the ‘l’ in his name. shutting the door behind me i made my way up the stairs.
“y/n?” he rounded the corner. your boyfriends face coming into view. “what’re you up to, pretty boy?” i smiled brightly at him. we went into his room. “i was just washing up.” he sat on the floor moving what looked like envelopes.
“i missed you.” i sat on his lap, straddling him. i threw my hands around his neck and pecked his lips. “i missed you too.” his hands fell onto my hips.
“you’re very pretty, y’know that?” he was always so sweet, no matter what’s happening. “shut up, grimes.” you said pushing yourself off his lap, causing him to wince.
“did i hurt you? i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” he shook his head standing up. “no, no you didn’t hurt me.” if i didn’t hurt him why’d he sound like he was hurt.
“come here.” i said reaching my hands out. he took my hands with a confused face. i took his shirt into my hand and started to unbutton it, he pulled back.
“what are you doing?” i tried to take his shirt back into my hands but he backed away again. “i wanna see if you’re hurt. you said i didn’t hurt you but you sounded like it hurt.”
he shook his head. “it’s just a scratch from a run, i’m fine.” he buttoned his shirt back up. “let me see it, please carl.” he sighed and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt. lifting it to see a bandage placed there.
“that looks pretty big for just a scratch.” you carefully peeled back the bandage. you looked up at carl whose eyes were tearing up.
“carl.” he had a walker bite under the bandage. “why didn’t you tell me?” you looked up through your teary eyes.
“i didn’t want y’all to spend the last moments of my life treating me like i’m fragile.” i pulled him into a hug. “you should’ve told me, we could’ve spent all day doing your favorite things.” i pushed myself away from him and wiped my tears.
he was dying and he didn’t tell me, he didn’t tell anyone. if i knew this was time last time i would see him i would’ve done something special.
“i just didn’t want you, or anyone treating me differently.” i reached out and buttoned his shirt back up.
“you know me, baby. i would’ve treated you the same of you wanted me to. i wish you would’ve told me.” he wiped the tears from my eyes.
“i love you.” he kissed my forehead. “i love you too, carl. i will always love you.” i laid my head in the crook of his neck. we stayed like that for a while.
eventually we got into his bed, just laying there. “what were those envelopes?” you looked up at him. his finger’s tracing circles on your skin.
“letters for everyone.” the silence after that was all that i needed to know what was in the letters. “i’m gonna miss you, y’know.” he looked down at me. “your cute smile, the way you actually listen, brushing out your rats nest you like to call hair.” you pulled on a strand of his hair.
a weak smile tugging at your lips. “this isn’t fair.” your voice breaks slightly as you push his hair out of his face. “we were supposed to grow up together and get married and have kids.” he rubs your back as you cry in his arms.
you and carl grew up together. y’all were best friends since birth, then the apocalypse happened. the walkers crowded the streets and carl and lori came to your door. y’all have been together since then, never leaving each others side.
once y’all got to the prison that’s when y’all started to notice the feelings y’all had. you never acted on it until after you thought you were safe in alexandria.
you and carl had started dating shortly after y’all had settled down in alexandria. you’ve been even more inseparable after that.
“i know, life isn’t fair sometimes.”
we woke up at the sound of someone talking. it was way too loud to be just outside. we got up quickly and went outside to see what the noise was.
“negan.” he said before going around alexandria getting the people to the safe spot in the sewer.
“go y/n. you need to be with them when this all goes down, you need to be safe.” you look at him in disbelief. “no. no way! i’m coming with you, carl. no matter what you say.”
negan started to launch fire into alexandria. you and carl made it to the sewers and climbed in. carl wasn’t looking very good, he was burning up and sweating bullets.
as soon as you got in he sat down and leaned against whatever was closest. rick and michonne were down there and they saw this.
they came over and asked what was wrong. you looked away tears in your eyes. rick and michonne look at each other.
“i-i dont..” rick hesitated. “dad.” he shook his head and looked up at carl. “how..”
“dad.” carl cut him off once again. “it’s alright.” he took a breath before saying, “it’s gotta be.” carl eas holding back his tears. we all were.
“i wasn’t sure if you’d make it back before..” he stopped and panted. “but just in case y’know” he pulled the letters out of his pocket. “i wanted to make sure i was able to say goodbye.” he looks at me and i wipe one of my tears away.
rick shook his head. “no. it’s them. it’s them. they— they don’t..” he looks away. “it wasn’t..” he looks back at carl and michonne starts to cry. “carl.”
carl looks at his dad. “no.” rick says. “no.” carls eyes start to tear up. “i got bit.” his lips pressed into a thin line and he shakes his head. “i was bringing someone back. his names siddiq. we saw him at the gas station before…” his breathing becomes heavy. “it wasn’t the saviors.” he cries. “it just happened.”
rick looks down and you can hear the distant booming coming from above. michonne is shaking and i’m beside carl crying. “i got bit.”
everyone had exited the sewer and rick, michonne, carl and you had gone up to an empty building. they laid him on the floor and he was breathing heavily.
“thanks for…for getting me here.” he weakly said. “i’m sorry. i just.. i didn’t— i didn’t want you out there.” carl shakes his head. “no..no for getting me here. for—for making it so i could be who—who i wound up.”
his breathing became shallow and we all silently cried. i held his hand. “back at the prison…when we got attacked. there was a kid, a little older than me. he had a gun, he was— he was starting to out it down and then i—i shot him.” he shook his head. “and i..i just..i shot him…i think about him. what i did to him and how—how easy it was to just..kill him.”
rick tilted his head. “carl, no…no” he cries, “what happened, what you’d lost..” he cries. “all those things you had to..” he sniffles. “all those things you had to do..you—you—you were just—you were just a boy.” carl shakes his head. “and you saw it. what it did. how—how easy it got.”
“thats why you changed..why you brought those people from woodbury in..you brought them in, and we all lived together. we were enemies. you put away your gun. you did it so i could change, so i could be who i am now.” he cries softly.
“what you did then, how you— how you stopped fighting..it was right. it still is.” he shook his head. “it can be like that again. you can still be like that again.” his voice cracked.
“i cant be who i was. its different now.” carl took a big breath. “you cant kill all of em’ dad. theres gotta be something after. for you…and for them.” michonne looks at rick. “theres gotta be something after. i know.. you can’t see it yet..how it could be.” he swallows. “but i have..” carl describes the future that he sees for everyone.
“carl, it was all for you.” he frowns slightly. “right from the start. back in atlanta, the farm—everything i did, it was for you.” he repositioned himself. “then, at the prison, it was for you and judith. it still is, its gonna be. and nothing—nothing is gonna change that.”
he exhaled. “i want this for you, dad.” rick cried. “i’m gonna make it real, carl. i promise. i’m gonna make it real.”
carl silently sobbed and looked at michonne and then at me. “i love you.” i put a hand on the side of his face. “i love you too, y/n, we’ll be together again in another life.” a tear rolled down my cheek. i gave his hand a light squeeze and then everything went silent.
the last words i heard from carl. my world shattered to pieces that day, the world ended again.
DARYLSCVMDUMPSTER i cried making this. i am so sorry. i love carl and it literally broke my heart making this but i’m evil so the thought popped in my head. you should def. checkout my stories on wattpad (darylscvmdumpster) im not as active on there tho!
First meeting of Negan and Whisperer!Carl
It was the feeling.
Danger, fear, look in the back from the shadows.
Negan stopped for a second and took a breath. He was so tired but has no right to run away. Lucille in his arms trembled a little. Sweat mixed with the rotten blood of corpses.
That was some kind of a trap, but Negan wasn't sure and the only one thing he took care of was trying to survive and killing some meat puppets. He left his "home" too far and behind this gully he found an untouched building in which it was possible to find supplies. Well, it was a nice try, but all what Negan found was meat puppets and it made him fuckin' angry.
It was something that doesn't hide, but Negan can't see anything around him except meat puppets.
It was something he don't understand.
It was something alive and it scared him so much.
The last thing Negan saw was the bared face of the puppet, and last things he felt were a fetid breath and someone's hands on his shoulders.
***
Dry heat warmed his face. Negan opened his eyes. He felt himself a little bit dizzy and he felt pain in the back of the head. He was lying on the ground, covered by his own jacket. Bonfire quietly crackled, illuminating a small circle of earth from the darkness, two old backpacks, in one of which Negan recognized his own, and a fallen tree.
At first, it seemed to Negan that he was alone here, but then he saw someone else through the yellow-red flames. Negan tensed, nervously trying to find any weapon. Only his baby girl Lucille. The stranger didn't notice his actions. Long tangled hair, forehead wrinkled and ulcered; the dried skin hung from the cheeks with pieces. A meat puppet? No. Negan was surprised to understand that he was mistaken. None of the meat puppets will sit quietly and sit at all, staring at the fire, which most likely made by self. This one was dressed in a huge checked shirt and was sharpening machete.
It was a human who wears meat puppet's skin!
"Who are you?" coughed Negan and tried to sit up.
Man stared at him. Light blue eyes belonged to a living person, not a corpse.
"Who the fuck are you?!" growled Negan. "Answer me you bastard!"
Stranger ignored him.
"Take it off. Take it off and talk to me!" growled Negan again.
His rude order worked. Man put down machete and raised his hand to his face, pulling off the skin. Negan gasped. It was a boy maybe sixteen years old with long brown hair, pale skin and big blue eyes.
"We live without names. They aren't necessary anymore. If you have interest, I'm Omega and nothing more," whispered he. His voice was so quiet that Negan needed to concentrate to hear his words.
"You are just a little kid."
The boy shrugged. The shirt too big for him created the illusion that he was very small and fragile. But Negan knew it was a lie. Calm and emotionless expression, hard and ice-cold look, skillful movements of hands working with a knife. The same danger that Negan felt earlier.
"Yes I am. So what?" raised his eyebrows Omega.
"What the fucking fuck is going on, lil kid? Boy like you must hide behind his daddy's back not act yourself like crazy bastard."
"Walkers are in herd. I'm part of them."
"Nah shit," grimaced Negan. "Why are you wearing that? Is it perversion or your personal kink? I don't know but this shit is sick shit."
"Dead blood can dry. Dead skin and dead hair smell always," whispered Omega. "I'm part of the smell. I'm part of them. I feel myself safe acting like that. Walkers are my guard."
"It's disgusting actually," Negan winced, but can't notice that something in this kid looked familiar. Omega casually put his hand on the machete handle. "Wait. I know the man who calls them walkers."
"So I don't. Please I have water and food for you."
Well, Negan really felt hungry, only because his own supplies had ended yesterday. Man reached out his hand to a pack of jerky meat and a plastic bottle that looked like a treasure for him right now. He froze.
"I don't trust you. How do I know that you will not kill me and don't cut me for another one of these pretty suits?"
"I don't trust you too. The smell of your skin will not work. It is too alive. Go away from my way. You don't understand."
Obviously Omega didn't have the habit of speaking louder than a whisper.
"Go away from your way?" teased Negan. "I'm here because of you. So let's explain."
Kid ignored his words. It was silent between them for couple minutes, and Negan gave himself the opportunity to view him better. He couldn't be sure that Omega was as young as he was made by the warm reddish light of the bonfire. But he saw Omega's plump lips, shadows of his eyelashes on high cheekbones and dark curls. Omega was… intriguing.
"With the sun dawn you must leave. There is no place for you among us."
Omega looked him straight in the eyes, and Negan felt some kind of timidity. It was bad, so his natural reaction was anger.
"Us? Are you not alone with that shit? I mean people not meat puppets?"
"Give me a favor, forget about this meeting and never look for us."
"What? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't know who are you Omega and I don't owe you."
"I saved your life. They could poison your blood. I didn't allow them. You seem like a good person."
"Am I a good person? God you are so wrong kiddo."
Negan looked at him surprisingly. Omega wasn't kidding. He was as honest as Negan could understand.
"You are good person for me, because I don't see evil in your actions."
"Argh, that's all my rules. Wait… Don't tell me you spied on me!"
"A few months ago you and your people were in our territory, killed our man. This should not be allowed. I must learn about you because you are leading them. But I warned you."
Negan laughed. Looks like Omega wasn't that person who couldn't surprise. Unpleasantly surprise. None of the Savior never noticed persecution.
"Fuck okay. But I need favor too."
"What kind of?"
"Tell me your name. I mean your real name and I tell you mine.
"Why? It isn't game."
"Seriously?" rolled his eyes Negan. "I know that kid or Omega. Whatever."
"It's important. I haven't name anymore but if you want it... I don't use it for years... Name's Carl Grimes."
"Holy shit! Son of that bloody bastard Rick Grimes?! Oh my fuckin' God that's insane! He told me you are dead!"
"Be quiet. Carl Grimes is dead. Omega is not."
"Don't you dare. That man is obsessed with you and your destiny. Four years and he remembers every moment of that day."
"His memories are false. I can escape because of dead blood, I can find my new people because of dead bodies. Now Carl is gone because it is payment for Omega's life. I don't have any regrets. You can tell him or you not. I don't care."
Negan clapped his hands and stood up.
"Alright Omega. I'm Negan. Can we meet each other once again?"
"Why?"
"You look like a interesting person."
"We can't but my way and your… They can cross. And Negan… You must act quickly because for this moment I'm not part of the herd. Walkers can smell us. You need to go now. Your car is on the road two miles north."
"My car?" raised his eyebrows Negan and patted his pockets for keys. "I don't have any cars."
"Well, my car for you as my food and my water for you."
"Jesus it's weird. I'm stranger for you why are you so nice to me?
"What?"
"Uhm I think you must be pissed off. I'm the reason of Rick's problem. I mean it was so many bad things between us. Violence, death, betrayal. You know about that?
"I know and I repeat I don't care. It's only your and Rick's business."
Well, it was very strange and felt differently than Negan must feel this thin and pale boy. The End of the World have changed people, Negan changed himself and forced everyone around him too, but how could Carl Grimes destroy his personality and become Omega, whose only difference from a corpse was a living brain? Fuckin' weirdo.
"Was it some kind of brainwash? Omega you are living person not some kind of the rotten piece of meat."
"If you say so."
"Fuck alright!"
Omega looked at him intently, as if he will judge him. Negan didn't like it. Usually he was the person who evaluate people.
"Good luck or I need to say "Don't be killed?"
"Good luck is enough, I guess. And kid… I keep it secret."
Negan wanted to reach hand out to ruffle Omega's hair but warning glance stopped him. He smirked.
"Okay sweetie. Don't frow, it doesn't fit you."
It was his last words. Then he left. When he turned for the last time, he didn't even see the smoke from the bonfire. Negan shivered. He wasn't even sure that Omega was real.