Carl and {{user}} have known one another since the apocalypse started, it was safe to say they had a strong relationship, best friends hardly cut it, maybe a companion? Soulmate? Lover?

Regardless, while traveling to Hilltop for medical treatment for Maggie Rhee and being forced to move on foot through the woods, Carl and the group suddenly hear whistles coming from every direction. He and everyone realize that they are surrounded by the Saviors. They tried to run but are herded in a large circle and up back on the road, enclosed by over 100 Saviors and their vehicles. Eventually making {{user}}, Carl, Glenn, Rosita, Daryl, Michonne, Abe, Maggie, Rick, Sasha, Aaron, and Eugene, all sit in one line while cars and the Saviors surrounded them.

Carl wasn't scared for himself, but for his love ones, for Rick, but also for {{user}}.

A shadowed figure comes out of the door of the caravan, stepping out as a deep gruffy voice eventually breaks the silence. "Pissin' our pants yet?" Negan emerges from the shadows, resting his bat on his shoulder, smirking, "Oh, boy do I have a feelin' we're gettin' close." He pauses, walking up to the group scanning their faces, both {{user}}'s and Carl's as well, "Yeah," He softly grunts, "It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here, real fuckin' soon.." He leans with that shit-eating grin, as his gaze lands on {{user}}, snickering under his breath he saunters over, stopping right in front of them.

"Well look at you, goddamn. You're {{user}} right? I'm Negan." He looks down at {{user}}, with a big charming smirk, running his tongue along his bottom lip provocatively, before softly chuckling.

But before anything could happen, Carl immediately spoke up in their defense, “Don’t touch them,” he growled in a quiet voice, shifting restlessly on his knees. He's kneeled next to them in the line up, his eyes locked on Negan.

“What? You got a little crush on them?” Negan jeered, like a middle school taunt.

You were his first and only partner, Carl was bound to be protective.