The Third Dixon ~Revised~ (Carl Grimes) ✔️

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This episode was inspired by the episode "Sing me a song." Season 7 episode 7. All credit goes to AMC's The Walking dead, I only added Aaliyah and Michael. :)

~Aaliyah's Pov~

I shook my head looking at Negan. "No," I said softly. He nodded putting his hand down. "I don't know what you're doing here, Michael and Simon decided by the looks of it." He said looking at me. "Yeah he did. Where's my brother?" I asked playing along. "Your brother took off." he said. I looked at him. "So if you didn't ask for me here. Can i leave.?" I asked looking at him, He looked at me 

"Oh no not yet, i showed your boyfriend around. Why don't i show you around. Then i'll send you off." he said looking at me and standing up, picking up his bat. He opened the door we walked. When we walked the halls then reached outside. As we walked outside, we passed a small growing area.

Everyone took a knee when Negan passed them, like he was a God or something. We headed inside and went upstairs, He opened the door and looked at me, I walked in and he put his bat down. "I got a couple of questions." he said sitting down on one of the couches. 

This looked like his room. "What questions?" i asked as we walked over to him and looked out the window to see everything and there was a yard with walkers. I looked at them confused. "Like why you hate your father so much." He said looking at me. I turned to look at him. "Why do you want to know.?" i asked looking at him. "Is it so bad that i want to know?" He asked.

"No." I said softly. He held his hand out again to the seat in front of him. He looked at me. "Cmon." He said looking at me, "Take a seat." He said putting his arm down and giving me a smile. I sighed softly and i walked over to him, sitting down in front of him. 

I crossed my right leg over my left and looked at him. "Michael use to hurt me." I said looking at him. Not caring about it anymore. "Hurt you how." he said looking at me. "Hurt me. As in i have scars in my back." I said looking at him, dead in the eyes. "Scars huh." He said looking at me. "Yes, I have scars." I said looking at him. 

"Where." he said looking at me. "On my back. I'm not showing you." I said looking at him. "Then how do i know you're not lying to me about Michael.?" he asked looking at me. "You don't, you're just gonna have to take my word on it, trust me." I said looking at him. "I don't trust easy sweetheart." He said looking at me. "I figured.." I said softly. "Show me, then i'll consider letting you go." he said looking at me. 

I kept looking at him. "Promise that you will, only then i'll show you." I said looking at him. "I don't promise to anyone." He said. "Your word then." I said. He kept looking at me. "Your word, i get my knife back. I go alone. Only then i'll show you." I said looking at him. He nodded. "Alright." he said looking at me. I stood up and turned so my back was facing him. I lifted my shirt up the slightest, Enough for him to see my scars but not all of them, Just the ones i had on my lower back. I pulled it down after a second then faced him. 

"So you've been through shit haven't you kid." He said standing up and picking up Lucille. "Where's my knife." I said looking at him. He laughed a bit looking at me and put his bat over his shoulder again. "Let's go then." He said. I walked around his room. Looking around. "What are you doing kid." He said looking at me. "Why'd you name your bat Lucille?" I asked looking at him. He kept looking at me as he opened the door, waiting for me. 

"That's none of your business. Let's go." he said looking at me. "You're the first person i've showed my scars to. I revealed my pass to you. You tell me something about yourself. Then i'll gladly leave." I said sitting on the edge of his bed and crossing my arms. He kept looking at me and closed the door again, swinging his bat around and pointed his bat down at the floor. 

He looked at the bat. "I was a PE teacher." he said. I shook my head. "That's not gonna work." I said looking at him. "What.?" he asked looking at me. "I showed you the darkest part of me growing up with a person like that. Tell me something else with meaning. He kept looking at me. "i won't tell anyone if you don't tell anyone about my scars." I said looking at him. 

He kept looking at me. "My wife died, Cancer." He said looking at me. I kept looking at him. "Did you have any kids?" I asked. "Wasn't part of the deal, let's go." He said looking at me and opening the door again. I hopped off his bed and walked and passed through him. He walked and closed the door behind him. 

As we walked again, people kept taking a knee as we walked past him, I saw Michael take a knee too. It was weird looking at him like this. Michael was never under control. But it felt good to see that he was on a leash when Negan was around. We walked forward and we walked to a building. He opened the door to it and it revealed an armory. 

"Get your knife." He said looking at me. I walked in and saw there were a lot of weapons, it was insane.. I walked over and saw a table with only knives. I picked mine up and put it in my knife holster. I looked around the room, there were so many. "Take a gun." Negan said. I turned to look at him. I furrowed my eyebrows, he looked at me. "Take a gun before i change my mind." He said. I turned to the pistols and picked one up and checked the ammo, It was full. 

I put it back in and put the safety on, tucking it in my jeans and my back, I pulled my shirt over it, covering the gun and walked out. Negan closed the door and we reached the front. "Look kid. I know i kept my word but it's getting dark in a while. It's a long walk from here and Alexandria. Do you know your way back?" He asked.I nodded looking at him. 

"Yes, I know my way back" I said. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! you're not letting her go are you?" We heard a voice, We looked over and saw Michael walking to us. 

"Yes i am." Negan said. "Is that a problem Michael?" I asked. "You can't go." He said walking up to me. "Why not?" I asked looking at him. "Because you can't." He said grabbing my arm. "Don't touch me." I said pushing him off of me. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at him, taking the safety off. "How many times do i have to tell you not to touch me." I said harshly. He walked a bit but he was stopped. 

"Do not take one more step Michael." Negan said. Michael stopped walking and looked at me. Michael backed away. I shook my head and put the safety back on, putting it away again. "Go," Negan said. "Thanks for the gun." i said and walked away.