Maybe One Day [[Negan's Daughter x Carl Grimes]] «COMPLETED»

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Chloe's POV

We were all in position. All of us. Alexandria, Hilltop, Kingdom, Junkyard, everyone. I was crouched down inside Alexandria, a machine gun in my hands, with both Daryl and Carl in my field of vision.

Earlier...

All of us were in Alexandria, setting everything up. I told myself I was prepared to possibly witness the death of my father, but I don't think I believed it. Who could ever really prepare themselves for the death of a parent? Well, it wasn't me, that's for sure.

Anyways, we were all in Alexandria preparing for the fight. Daryl and a few others from Rick's group and the Junkyard were rigging a makeshift bomb. I approached slowly, and Daryl seemed to sense my presence. He lifted his head and looked over his shoulder, immediately seeing me. A small grin tugged on his lips, and I mirrored him.

"Hey." I said quietly. He turned back around to continue with the bomb.

"S'the matter?"

"Just wondering if I could help out."

"Nah, we're good. Go help out with loadin clips or somethin."

"Alright..." I said sadly, knowing he wasn't in the best of moods that day, and pestering him was going to get me nowhere. I walked slowly away from the group, but turned around one last time, mainly to argue with Daryl, but instead, I saw someone from the Junkyard stuff something into their pocket sneakily. Suspicion erupted in me, but I was sure it was nothing. I gave the woman one last glare, then finally walked away.

Negan's POV

We were on our way to Alexandria, not like I gave a shit. She was gone... Honestly, I can't remember how many times I got drunk in those few days since we found her. I even surprised myself; I hadn't banged any of my wives since we found her, either. Why did she have to go? How did she go? What happened? Where did I go wrong? So many questions that I just needed answering. But that wasn't the time to ask questions. It was the time to keep a strong face and provide for my people.

Chloe's POV

I walked the street of Alexandria on the lookout for Carl, who I knew was loading clips. I wasn't exactly sure why Rick put him on those bullshit duties. I mean, he was perfectly capable of handling himself, so why not let him do something actually useful?

Eventually, I found him, Cadence and a couple of others stood outside a house surrounded by guns and ammo boxes. I approached them whilst Carl had his back turned. Cadence noticed me, but I placed a finger over my mouth, so she didn't say anything. Before he knew I was there, I threw my arms around the back of his neck, causing him to jump and almost fall back.

"Hey, its just me." I smiled and stepped around so I was stood beside him. He grinned and shook his head when he saw my face, and returned to the clips.

"You wanna help out?" He asked, the grin still plastered on his face.

"Sure."

I noticed Cadence staring at the two of us with furrowed brows and an extremely confused expression on her face.

"Are you two..." She asked, gesturing between Carl and I. We both looked up at each other, then back at her. She then nodded slowly with a slight smirk. "Nice to know."

"Wait, what? We never... We're not..." Carl stuttered awkwardly.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say, lovebirds." She retorted sarcastically, and placed a full clip down, then began walking away. "Hmm, let's see... Chlarl? No, sounds like a slur. Carloe (pronounced carl-wee, BTW) ... Yeah, that sounds about right."