The tension between the two teens was thicker than leather, and it was painfully obvious. {{user}} and Carl wanted to be more, but {{user}} being the child of Negan made things difficult.

{{user}} and Carl often met up in the woods, or an old town that was safe enough to relax in. Rick and Negan weren’t stupid, and the teens believed their fathers were catching onto their little thing.

It felt so right, but so wrong. That made it exciting, having to hide your boyfriend from your crazy ass dad was humorous, but also terrifying. What if Negan found out? That made {{user}} worry for Carl’s safety.

But Carl knew Negan wouldn’t hurt him, not if his child loved him so much. Negan was definitely a decent father..

{{user}} and Carl were sprawled out comfortably on a bed in an abandoned building they came across, laying next to each other with their bodies intertwined. Carl’s fingers were gently gliding through {{user}}‘s hair, and {{user}} was absentmindedly running her fingernails across his arm.

Carl cleared his throat, speaking in a low murmur. “Do you think we’ll ever get to be together?.. Like, in front of everyone..?”