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season 5 spoilers

The New World Order(Negan and Carl){closed}

{ Who was he kidding? His mind wandered and if it wasn’t for the voice that was so loud behind him, he would of missed the cue all together. His head snapped towards the sound, hues narrowed on the man that was so confident that he walked up without any concern. No one seemed to be expecting it, Carl included. And there was slight uneasy feeling that made home in the center of the brunets chest.

Those blue hues eyed Negan without a reply to his greeting. If he called that a greeting. And with slight shift of slender fingers on his rifle, he peered up at the other from under the brim of his hat. Features etched in stone with optics to match. }

      ❝ What do you want? ❞

"Fuck, kiddo," Negan plopped down on the edge of the wall and took out a lighter and pack of cigarettes.

"You smoke?... 'Course you don't!" He laughed, lighting up the black bar between his lips. Not Negan's brand, but beggars can't be royal fucking pains.

"I'll be brusque here, Carl Grimes, I'm fucking hurt that there needs to be some grandiose, infinite, aligned-in-the-goddamn-stars, reason for me to come see my favorite little mongrel."

The older man blew smoke from his nose, not coughing despite the familiar acidic burn it sent down his weathered throat. He looked up at the boy and smirked,

"Do I look like a guy who has plans, Carl? Does it look like I scheme, to you?-" Negan leaned in close, mouth near the toe of the boy's boot, "-I'll tell you a secret, boy, every mornin' I get up not planning breakfast, because I can't guarantee I'll live long enough to walk down the stairs and get it."

He raised his eyebrows and gave Carl an oddly coquettish look. Negan then looked out over the vast expanse.

"You live in a life like this? Where things that look like they came from the far corners a hell hunt you down for blood? You ain't plannin' nothin'." Negan stubbed out his smoke and hopped up, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"So, why am I really here, kid?"  

- Sincerely the mun.

"We always think there's gonna be more time. Then it runs out." (insp.)

Rick Grimes season 1: “we dont kill the living.”

Rick Grimes season 4: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Rick took notice of the bat the man held over his shoulder. He looked between the other’s eyes and the hand he held out, listening as he introduced himself.

"Rick Grimes." The ex-sheriff simply stated his own name before reluctantly gripping Negan’s hand with his own, giving it a firm shake.

"Rick Grimes!" Negan shook the younger man's hand furiously.

"How the fuck are ya'?"

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Rick’s jaw tightened as his blue hues locked upon the other man. “Who are you, anyway?” He spoke with a very unamused expression.

"Well? Who the fuck do I look like, partner?" Negan looked the smaller man up and down once, liking what he saw immediately. "I’d say, I’m you’re worst fucking nightmare.” 

"Yeah, well, you sure look like a nightmare.” Rick taunted, not appearing to be very phased by the significantly bigger man.

Negan laughed, his whole body shaking, he rested the body of a wooden Louisville Slugger against his shoulder.

"How observant of you. Name’s Negan, much obliged!" Negan stuck out his hand towards the other man.

That look…