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She Was My Mother // C.G  (Pt. 3)

Summary: You recognize your father, Negan, in the lineup.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, angst

Word Count: 608

Originally posted by tahab5

“I thought he was dead.” Carl avoids eye contact with me, his lip quivering either with hatred or sadness. I can hear a small sigh emerging from Carl as my father backs away from him.

“I thought he was dead. I thought he…Carl, please look at me.” His hat tilts upwards slightly and I can see the blue glint of his eye. I repeat the phrase ‘I thought he was dead’ like a mantra, begging him to understand. Carl just shakes his head, putting both hands on his knees.

“And I thought you were only person in this world I could trust. I guess we were both wrong then, huh?” Negan just laughs to the side of me, as if this were the funniest thing he’d ever seen : the daughter he hadn’t seen in years getting her heartbroken all because of him; seeing everything I built come crashing down before me. That’s when I hear Rick.

“I will kill you.”

The sun is risen by the time Negan embeds fear in all of our hearts. There’s a commotion, however, all that draws my attention is the thick blood pooling around Abraham and Glenn’s head. I had met Glenn first on the road in the venture to look for his wife. We met Abraham soon after that, and I was taken in like a stray dog to the rest of the group. In retrospect, they saved me, and all I can do now is look at their remains in awe - the doing of the man who raised me. The torment ended with two dead friends, Rick’s submission, and Daryl thrown in the back of a van.

“Now, we’ll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then, ta-ta.” Everyone stays in their positions as the Saviors walk off. The two men who still had their hands wrapped around me pull me to the side and try forcing me in a truck.

“Get off of me. Get off!” Carl’s head snaps around as I kick and push back on these men. Negan hops in the front seat, his men successful as I sit in the bed of the truck with their hands still on me. Carl watches the truck drive off, not saying a word, but not breaking his gaze either. I close my eyes, and imagine the night we met in the shipping container in Terminus. He had blood on the side of his face, and I could see his bright blue eyes even in utter darkness. If I close my eyes tight enough, I can start to imagine the darkness in that container, and how those blue eyes started to give me hope when I fell the victim to the products of a world driven mad. With that, I hear myself starting to cry.

“Sweetheart, are you - are you crying?” Negan asks, checking on me in his rear view mirror.

“Now, now, don’t cry. I remember when you came home from school one day. You had fallen off your bike on the ride home, and all you did was fucking wail that entire night, even though you just had a scrape on your elbow. But your mom, she sang to you and you stopped crying. Now, what’s that song mom used to sing when you were sad? Oh, I remember now.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

“You make me happy when skies are gray.

“You’ll never know dear how much I love you.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

I scrunch my face, closing my eyes tightly as tears fall.

“I wanna go home.”

@michonve @1-2-3-my-name-is-oli



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—  Carl Panzram, who killed anywhere from five to 22 people from 1920-1929 and bragged about his practice of raping young boys
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