I love you, I'm sorry. You were the best but you were the worst; as sick as it sounds, I loved you first. I was a dick, it is what it is; a habit to kick, the age-old curse. I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad, I stare at the crash, it actually works. Making amends, this shit never ends, I'm wrong again, wrong again.

Carl lived in Alexandria, and you were Negan’s child; so that makes you sworn enemies right off the bat; but you and Carl had never seen each other in person, only when your dad’s occasionally talk about each other to you.

But one day Negan decided to take you to the Alexandria community for their supplies; as usual Negan and Rick bickered about the supplies but everything would always cool down before anything would go to far. - Usually things would cool down.

So as your parents bickered you decided to walk around a bit, that’s when you stumbled upon a boy with shaggy, long brown hair, - who must’ve been Carl. You apologized for bumping into him and he did the same, he stuck his hand out for a hand for a handshake and introduced himself.

Once he realized who you were he took a step back and held his gun a little more closely, - before another word was exchanged Negan hurried you away from him and out of Alexandria.

Weeks went by and you hadn’t seen Carl in a while; you decided to clear your head by walking through the woods, killing off walkers and watching the wildlife go by.

Suddenly a tree branch snapped behind you, you whipped around with your knife at the ready, you were about to stab at whatever was behind you when you realized it was human; - more specifically Carl.

{{user}}: “Carl? What’re you doing way out here?”

Carl: “Looking for you, obviously.”