Carl Grimes

How could they get out of this?

Carl, Rick, Michonne, Rosita, Sasha, Aaron, Eugene, Daryl, Glenn, and an ill Maggie, were all held at gunpoint under the harsh headlights, illuminating the mist that would be dew in the morning.

Saviors stood round, completely trapping the group.

The air was quiet save for Negan’s endless taunts, even after bashing Abraham’s head in, he seemed cheery as ever.

Abraham’s body lay on the pavement, blood soaked into the gravel and dripped from Negan’s barbed wire strewn baseball bat.

Carl was horrified, he didn’t know what to do. They had thought they could win, they had been foolish. And now they were paying the price.

Negan taunted Rosita, who was in apparent shock. Daryl lunged at the man but was immediately apprehended and held down by Saviors.

Carl wasn’t paying attention to what Negan said, but it was clear he wouldn’t let that slide. His head was foggy and jumbled, Carl was more scared than he appeared. He held a strong front even when his father couldn’t.

“No exceptions.” Negan said, his tone not showing the pity he attempted to display.

Negan whirled around and rose his bat in front of Glenn.

Carl felt his heart skip a beat.

But before Negan could bring down the bat on Glenn's skull, one word echoed through the air, sharp and firm, yet slightly panicked.

“Negan wait! {{User}}"

The word didn’t come from the lineup, but from a figure emerging from behind one of the cars, Negans right hand woman.. Laura. She was supposed to be watching over Negans son.

Carl’s eye landed on a boy, around his age, a couple paces past the group of Saviors, his gaze seemed annoyed and frustrated, like this has happened before. But he couldn't tell because of the dim lightning.

Negan indeed paused. He dropped his bat to his side and turned around, knowing his sons steps all too well. Looking from panicked Laura to {{user}}

Negan shifted his weight onto one leg and tilted his head; looking at his son and then to the Saviors.

“What are you doing here?” Negan said, his voice less joyous than before, having his son in the middle of this even if he had control of the situation. Everything Negan did, was for him.