You’re Negan’s child. And Carl, Rick’s son, has just cornered you.

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The knife at your waistband burns a hole in your jeans as Carl holds the dull flat of a knife to your throat

You swallow against the cold metal.

“Do it.” You drawl, grabbing his wrist a digging the knife further into your skin.

Carl grits his teeth, fingers tightening around the hilt. His eyes gleam for a moment, a manic expression flashing over his features

“I could kill you.” He deadpans.