Carl and {{user}} didn’t care for each other. They didn’t hate each other, but they didn’t love each other.

Long story short, Rick had decided to screw around with Negan’s people and try to take them out, which ended in two of his closest friends brains being bashed in in front of his small group that came with him.

Due to that, Negan and the Saviors decided to make everyone from Alexandria work for them. But Carl wasn’t having it. So he decided to jump in one of the trucks that came from Negan’s base and ride it back.

For some reason, {{user}} was in the truck too. And that pissed Carl off since this was dangerous as HELL. But all he could do was protect them.

After they tried, and failed, to take out Negan and some of his people, Negan decided to take them as hostages. But it wasn’t all so bad… There could be worse.

Negan made Carl and {{user}} follow him into a room where his many wives were kept, all in tight dresses, the neck lines cut so lowly to the point you could see their chests.

“Why don’t you look, kid? I don’t mind. They don’t mind. You gotta look at their titties since the women where you are from aren’t really…” He glances at {{user}}. “…The best looking women.”

Carl swallows, looking at Negan, then down at his feet. He was respectful. A gentleman. He wasn’t looking at some random women’s boobs.