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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Rick_Grimes
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Rick_Grimes, Negan_(Walking_Dead)
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Parent/Child_Incest
  Series:
      Part 2 of "That's_Fucked_Up!"
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-01 Words: 4045
****** We're Just Getting Started ******
by RickGrimes
Summary
     Negan comes back for Rick and Carl. This time he wants to watch.
Notes
     This was a prompt from somebody on Tumblr. Hopefully you guys enjoy
     it.
     <3
See the end of the work for more notes
Rick was looking over his shoulder ever since Negan had taken him on that walk.
Somehow Negan had detected that Rick and Carl were together, and he wasn't
angry, but intrigued. Rick had nobody to blame but himself. He hadn't counted
on Negan being exceptionally observant, but then again, Negan was in his own
league of crazy. Rick couldn't believe he'd been so obvious, but really, he
hadn't thought he was being obvious about his more-than-paternal love for Carl.
Everyone had begged to know what had happened. After all, Rick had come back
fairly roughed up. Carl was especially concerned.
"What happened?" Carl had asked.
"Nothin'," Rick replied.
"You seem...more than pissed," Carl commented. "What did he say? Did he
threaten someone?" Carl asked angrily.
Rick didn't respond. He didn't touch Carl for the next week.
 
Finally the boy asked what was going on with him, "You've been acting weird
ever since he came," Carl explained. "I want to know what happened. You've been
avoiding me for days."
Rick sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "He knew about us."
"That's impossible," Carl said in disbelief. "He was making those weird
comments when he first came to get you, but I didn't think they meant anything.
Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure, Carl," Rick answered exasperatedly. It felt good to finally get
it off his chest. "He was asking me all sorts of questions," Rick furrowed his
eyebrows.
Carl raised his eyebrows, "He wasn't mad?"
"No," Rick responded. "He was...interested."
Carl frowned, "What do you mean?"
"Every time he comes for one of his little visits...he's gonna take me on one
of those walks again. For details."
"Are you serious?" Carl glared. "What the--?"
Rick shook his head. "I don't know what I'm going to say to him."
"Did he say he was gonna tell on us?" Carl asked worriedly.
"No," Rick shrugged, putting up his hands in disbelief. "I honestly think he's
just a sick son of a bitch. He just wants story time."
"Jesus," Carl breathed. "When's he coming back?"
"Any time," Rick guessed. "I don't know what I'll say."
"Maybe you'll have to just...tell him something," Carl suggested. "I don't
know."
Rick frowned. He was not interested in talking about it anymore. It would be
bad enough talking about it with Negan. It would feel so wrong. How much detail
was the guy gonna want? Rick clutched his stomach in discomfort. This was going
to be difficult.
 
The next time Negan's group came to collect, Negan didn't show.
Rick was at a loss. Was this a game?
 
It was another 3 weeks before Rick got to see Negan's face again.
"Rick," Negan greeted. His grin larger than usual.
Rick avoided eye contact. He didn't speak.
"Hmm," Negan mused, "Something on your mind?"
Rick kept his expression neutral.
"I love it when you play hard to get," Negan commented, strutting through the
gate and into the street. "Where's cyclops?" He asked.
Rick turned to follow the other man, glaring at the back of his head.
"Cyclops?" Rick repeated.
"Yeah," Negan shrugged. "The kid. Uhh, you know. He's about this high," Negan
gestured, "He's only got one eye."
Rick balled his fist, "Carl's in the house." He looked to Michonne who was only
just walking up to the scene. She had her arms crossed. Obviously she'd heard
Negan's namecalling.
"Let's go get him," Negan suggested. "I wanna see how he's doing." Negan
followed Michonne down the road, turning around to make sure Rick was
following. He slowed his step so that he could walk next to the man.
"So," Negan said quietly, "I hope you have some cool stuff for me. And by stuff
I mean stories."
Rick looked at Negan patiently, "I don't know what you want."
Negan shrugged, swinging Lucille to rest on his shoulder. He sighed. "Rick, I'm
counting on you. There's not too much entertainment out in the world right now.
I mean, sure, we have TV, and you know, a little of this, and a little of that.
Books, some magazines...but they're all so dull!" Negan exclaimed, holding up a
fist. "I don't consider myself a pervert, or even a voyeur," he winked, "Or any
of that. I got a few wives, yeah, but that's all the same. You were married.
You know how it is. 1 or I guess in my case, even 10 pussies can only get you
so far before...well. Here we are."
Rick listened to Negan, unsure of where this was all going. Really, he felt a
little embarrassed to be part of Negan's dialogue. The man was so crude.
Negan smirked at Rick's discomfort. He loved fucking with the guy. No matter
how things ended up going, Negan didn't think he could stand to kill Rick. The
man was just such a gold mine of suffering and secrets. Negan couldn't wait to
get a few more things out of Rick.
 
Carl had Judith in his arms when Negan entered the room. "Hey kid," Negan
nodded.
Carl handed the baby off to Michonne. He watched Negan curiously.
"I want to ask you something," Negan said, leaning casually against the wall.
"Are you a virgin?"
Michonne looked at Negan bewildered, "What is this?" She bit.
Negan held up a hand, "Leave."
Rick looked to Michonne desperately, "Just go," he said quietly. "I know what
this is."
"You do?" Michonne asked. "Because I don't. I don't know what kind of game
you're playing at--"
"Michonne," Rick said.
"Thanks, Rick," Negan smiled, batting his eyelashes. "I love it when my man
stands up for me."
Carl rolled his eyes, the blush from his cheeks fading since Michonne was
leaving.
"Don't come in. Don't stand in the hall. Don't tell anyone what's going on.
Just take the baby, and fuck off," Negan said politely.
Michonne gritted her teeth. She left.
 
"Now, boys," Negan said, taking a seat, and crossing his legs. "I was asking
Carl something...now what was it."
"I'm not a virgin," Carl explained.
Negan clapped his hands together, "That's right! Thanks again Carl. You know,
you two are just so helpful today."
Rick crossed his arms, backing away from Negan so that he wasn't too close to
the villain. "What is this?" he asked, repeating Michonne's question with a
sweeping hand gesture.
"Well, I'm glad you asked," Negan nodded. "I've been thinking. A lot."
Carl jutted his chin out, hoping Negan would get on with it.
Negan tilted his head and grinned, "That's why I had to be away last time my
people came to collect my shit."
"Really?" Carl said sarcastically, "What were you thinking about. I'm dying to
know."
Negan laughed, shaking his head. "You and your daddy here."
Carl raised his eyebrows and turned bright red. It was one thing to hear it
from his father, but to hear Negan actually voice his knowledge of their
relationship completely blew his mind.
Rick looked at the floor, and then he forced himself to look Negan in the eye.
"But yeah, like I said. Thinking a lot. About you two," Negan said, scratching
his hairline. "I mean, it just snowballed from there," Negan said animatedly,
getting up to pace the room. "It led me to an entirely different train of
thought."
Rick waited for the man to continue.
"It reminded me of a little story one of my people told me once. I won't bore
you with the details," Negan shrugged, "Maybe I will, fuck it."
Negan continued, "One of my men, and this was a couple of years back, when I
was just getting my start...was obsessed with me. He wanted to know who I
killed, where, when, how...the looks on their faces, what their last words
were. The guy was fucking sick. Sicker than even you, Rick, and your little
psycho," Negan laughed pointing at Carl. "Anyway, I humoured him. Why not? He
was loyal. I liked talking about the shit...it was a win win. Anyway, I
realized. As I was telling him all about this one kid I knocked out, I got
bored. Felt wrong too. Just, somethin' about that particular hit made me want
to keep it to myself, so I gave him some typical details. You know, the good
ol' blood and guts. Screaming," Negan shrugged, standing up. "And then he left.
Happy to have heard my story. Afterward, I was thinking...as I often do, and I
thought...what the fuck is wrong with me? I could've done better than that! So,
I gave him a little Polaroid of the kid I messed up. The guy practically got
down on his knees to thank me. He said, 'Oh, this is so much better than
hearing about it'," Negan emphasized each word and paused, looking up at the
ceiling in reverence.
Rick watched Negan monologue, not daring to glance at Carl. He waited for Negan
to resume so that they could just get to the end of the story.
"So, the moral of the story is, why listen to you tell me shit, when I can just
see it for myself?" Negan asked serenely.
Rick gaped at Negan, understanding immediately what the man was getting at.
Carl looked from Rick to Negan, "What the fuck?" He blurted.
Despite the bizarre and uncomfortable situation, Rick couldn't help but give
Carl a scolding look for swearing. Carl rolled his eyes.
Negan smiled without showing any teeth. "Hmm, maybe I'm just being too nice.
What part was I unclear about?" Negan stood up quickly, his entire face
clouding over with anger.
"I own you," Negan reminded the two Grimes. "Did I in any way confuse you?"
Negan asked, putting his hand to his chest. "Was I speaking fucking Chinese
when I told you how things are now?" Negan moved closer to Rick and Carl, "If I
ask you to do something. You damn better well do it."
"Okay," Rick growled. "All right."
Negan lifted his head smugly, his frown disappearing.
Carl crossed his arms, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable, "I don't
understand," he appealed to Negan. "Hearing him...talk about it is crazy. But
why would you even want to see this? You can't...you can't do that," Carl
tried.
Negan raised his eyebrows.
Rick watched Negan carefully, "I'd tell you anything you wanted to know. This
is too far. It's wrong."
"Rick, you should've thought of that before you started sticking your dick
where it don't belong," Negan shrugged. "Do you realized how fucking lucky you
are right now?" Negan asked, setting down Lucille in the chair. "You're
standing in a room with the baddest cat in town. You've been face to face with
me several times," Negan grinned. "And you're still alive! Do you really think
I don't have the balls to just fuck your shit right up? Today? For no reason?"
Carl stared at the man angrily.
Negan continued, "I can kill you whenever I want. I can expose you whenever I
want. I could hurt you. Take you. Blind you. Dismember you. Make you watch me
to do it someone else. I don't give a shit about the so called supplies you
give me. I care about that garbage the least. I can get that anywhere," Negan
admitted solemnly. "What really keeps me coming back is the people. Seeing the
craziest sons of bitches, much like yourself Rick, turn weak and pathetic
because of me? That's what really gets my dick hard. I don't care what kind of
show you two have for me. The point is. You. Will. Give. Me. A. Show," Negan
explained.
"Or what?" Carl said. "You'll really kill us? Go ahead."
Negan smirked, "Why is this so difficult for you, Cyclops?" He bit his lip to
refrain from grinning. "You should be used to this kind of thing. Daddy coming
in drunk one night, missing his wife? Slidin' under those sheets to get close?"
Negan stared at Rick, "Grabbin' you in all those places you wanted to be
grabbed except...wait. 'Not my daddy. Not like this'," Negan mocked.
"Fucking now should be nothing for you two. Why so nervous?" Negan wondered,
"Oh. Oh dear. Is it me?" Negan put a hand over his mouth. "Shit, I think it's
me."
Rick moved closer to Negan, his fists balled, "It wasn't like that."
Carl looked at the floor.
"You tell me, Patchy," Negan chuckled, "What was it like? Give me some foreplay
to the big show." He took a seat once more.
Carl didn't speak.
Negan crossed his legs. "Carl. If you don't answer my question. I think you can
consider yourself an only child."
"No!" Rick growled.
"Then tell your son to fucking speak," Negan explained simply. "I don't have
all day. Jesus Christ, you people need Dr. Phil or something."
"Carl," Rick said quietly. "It's okay."
Carl looked up, "It wasn't like that."
Negan leaned back in his chair. "Good. Thank you. Please go on. What was it
like?"
Carl touched his hair, adjusting his hat slightly. He shrugged, "It was my
idea."
"No shit!" Negan said appreciatively. "Nice one, little man. Snaggin' a fine
piece like Rick...shit, I'm impressed."
Rick looked at the ground, his body was so tense that he was sweating. He
clenched and unclenched his feet in his boots, and then his fists. He bit his
bottom lip until the pain turned into numbness.
Negan continued, "What a little seductress. Tempting old dad? It's like Freud
was whispering in your ear all night long."
"Who's Freud?" Carl wondered.
Negan grinned sheepishly, "Oh, I forgot. You probably never very far in
school."
Carl remained silent. He was gearing up. There was no other options left. They
were going to have to do this, or Negan would hurt Judith. Or someone... Maybe
he'd tell on them.
"I'm getting kind of bored," Negan admitted. "Let's cut the shit, and get on
with it."
Rick nodded. "What do you want us to do?"
 
Negan shrugged, "This is all so new and exciting. I don't know where to begin,"
he clasped his hands together. "I have an idea."
Rick waited.
"I'll think of 4 things I'd like to see and assign each think a number. 1, 2,
3, or 4. You and Carl pick a number, and I'll let you know what you have to
do."
Carl raised his eyebrows, "You're kidding?"
Negan frowned, "Ouch. I thought it was a good idea."
"Don't you just want us to have sex?" Carl asked shyly.
Rick looked at Carl, defeated. There was no getting out of this.
"Okay, got the numbers," Negan announced, ignoring Carl's question.
Carl looked at Rick questioningly, "How about 4?" He whispered. "1 is probably
the thing he wants the most. The first thing he thought of. 4 is probably the
easiest."
Rick nodded in agreement, "Smart."
"Well?" Negan smirked.
"4," Rick said.
Negan nodded in anticipation. "Good. 4 is a good one."
"What is it?" Carl demanded. "What were all the options?"
"1 was fuck," Negan smiled, "Like you usually do."
"What was 2?" Rick asked.
"2 was fuck, but you'd be the one getting fucked," Negan answered Rick. "Unless
that would've already been covered in number 1. You never know."
Rick glared. Carl blushed.
"3 was you suck him off," Negan explained to Rick, gesturing to Carl.
"4 is you blow your daddy," Negan laughed, raising his eyebrows at Carl.
 
Carl smirked defiantly, "That's it?" He asked bravely.
Rick shifted in his position before Negan. The words that Negan had used were
not vague or understated. Rick couldn't say he disliked the words. Really, they
turned him on. He had to agree with Carl's question. Was that really it?
"If we do this for you now," Rick asked measuredly, "What's it gonna be next
time?"
Negan stared at Rick for a moment, considering.
Carl looked from man to man, wondering what was gonna happen.
Negan sighed, "Anything I want, Rick."
"Why is this so important to you?" Rick insisted.
Negan frowned, "I'm starting to lose my patience. I really don't know what
about this whole thing gave you the impression that it was a negotiation,"
Negan said slowly and carefully. "You two are...you're really starting to piss
me off," Negan's face clouded.
Rick held up his hands in surrender, "All right. I get it. We'll do it. I'm not
sayin' we won't." He paused. "I just want to know why. What do you get out of
this? How can we know you won't tell the rest of my group."
"Your group?" Negan asked. "Oh, well excuse the fuck out of me. I wasn't aware
that you had a group."
Rick resisted rolling his eyes.
"It's a fair question," Carl spoke up, "Seriously. Just answer it. You talk so
tough, but you won't even admit why you want to see this. Is it because it's
more than just control with you? You don't want us to see through your pathetic
power struggle? To see that you're really just an old pervert?"
Negan nodded, "Kid, you've really got a big fucking mouth, don't you?"
Carl crossed his arms.
"Use it on him," Negan demanded, "Or I'll shove Lucille so far up your ass
you'll look like a goddamn shish kabob."
Carl glowered. "Tell me why first."
"Carl," Rick tried. "Don't."
Negan nodded, "I can't make you do anything you don't want to..." His face
erupted into a bright smile. "But, I can punish you for not doing it."
Carl sighed, "Whatever, Dad. Just...let's just get it over with."
Rick agreed. "Who cares why he's doing it. It doesn't matter in the end."
Negan shrugged, "Ahh, the wonderful sound of defeat."
 
Carl knelt on the ground carefully, looking back at Negan to see if that man
approved. What kind of position did he want them in?
"Don't think too much about it," Negan encouraged. "Just be natural. Be
yourselves. Do it how you normally do...unless princess doesn't like to suck
cock," Negan smiled.
Carl raised his eyebrows smugly. Please. He could suck. He hoped his dad came
fast so they could just leave the awful situation. Unfortunately, the awful
situation would probably make Rick last unbearably long.
 
Carl undid his father's belt slowly, gulping with nervousness. He looked up to
his father for reassurance, but Rick had his head in his hands and his eyes
closed. Great, Carl thought. If he was already checked out this wasn't going to
be a very good show. Negan wouldn't be pleased.
"Rick," Negan criticized, "At least act like you're enjoying it. Jesus Christ."
Rick didn't move. Didn't react. He had never felt more uncomfortable in his
life than when Carl exposed him. The boy didn't pull his pants all the way
down, but he pulled them down enough.
Negan smirked. Rick wished he could wipe the smug look off that prick's face,
but there was nothing he could do. He had gotten them into this mess by giving
into Carl at the prison. If they weren't together, then Negan wouldn't be here,
and he wouldn't be getting a blowjob from his son in front of a psycho. This
was way too fucked up.
"I can't do this," Rick said, backing away from Carl and shoving his dick back
into his pants. Carl hadn't even started yet.
"Dad," Carl hissed. "Stop."
"What's on your mind, Rick?" Negan asked calmly. "What's wrong with your prick,
Rick?" Negan grinned.
Rick didn't want to answer. He knew if he opened his mouth it would probably be
the last words he ever spoke. Negan would kill him.
Negan waited. People usually liked to fill the silence. They would be more
likely to talk when he didn't say anything. Carl looked helpless on the floor.
Rick finally calmed down enough to answer Negan, "I already felt so wrong about
this," he admitted. "Even behind closed doors. I did it anyway. Me and Carl.
It's... people can't know, and now you do. If you tell anyone, me and him will
have nothing. Nobody. They'll probably kill me," Rick spoke quietly. "Doing
this in front of you...I can't. You'll just keep wanting more and more, or
you'll keep threatening us...I can't allow it."
Negan nodded, "I get that."
Rick shook his head, "He's my son. It's one thing to watch this when I'm the
one who has to be... You can't see Carl."
Negan frowned, "I'm not a pedophile. I don't give a shit about seeing the kid.
Hell, it's not even about what you do. I just like to watch you squirm, Rick. I
like pushing you."
"Stop this," Rick pleaded.
"Rick, you either get back in the fucking game, or I will gladlyput myself in
his mouth. Just to piss you off."
Rick glared, stepping forward to engage Negan.
"Ah, uh, uh," Negan chastised, shaking his finger. "He'd probably bite my dick
off, but it'd be worth it just to see you upset, Ricky," Negan laughed. "So
what's it gonna be? You or me?"
Rick clenched his fists, walking back over to Carl. He refused to let Negan
touch his son.
 
Rick undid his own pants, reaching into his boxers to stimulate himself before
exposing himself completely.
Carl opened his mouth waiting for his father to make the first move.
When Rick finally entered Carl's mouth, he had a difficult time not enjoying it
despite the observer in the room.
Rick closed his eyes and pretended that Negan wasn't there.
Carl's movements caused his hat to keep bumping into Rick's stomach. Eventually
it fell to the ground.
Rick wanted to groan, but he resisted, knowing that Negan would throw it in his
face. He was surprised that man hadn't spoken since they began.
Carl's back to was Negan, so he couldn't watch the man's expression. He
would've killed to know what the man was thinking, and what this was all about.
Negan had said it wasn't about "the kid", so what was it about?
The man couldn't pretend Negan wasn't in the room anymore; he felt too
vulnerable with his eyes closed. Rick almost cringed when he saw Negan's eyes
were locked on him. Negan nodded approvingly, shifting his stare to Carl. Rick
would've bet that any second Negan was going to whip his dick out and go at it,
but the man never did. He didn't even seem aroused.
Rick concentrated on the good work that Carl was doing so they could just be
done with it. He threaded his hands through Carl's hair.
When he finally climaxed, Rick didn't know what to do. Was Negan going to ask
more of them?
Carl swallowed dutifully. Rick helped him off his knees.
"So?" Carl broke the silence.
Negan stood up, grabbing Lucille.
Rick and Carl took a step back, wondering if their act had been the final
justification for Negan to kill them.
"That was...interesting," Negan commented.
"Are you gonna tell us why?" Rick asked. "Are you going to want more next
time?"
Negan shrugged. "Sometimes I just do shit for the hell of it."
"Well how was it?" Carl wondered. Negan hadn't said anything to indicated he
was pleased or displeased. It really bothered him.
Negan widened his eyes playfully. "You could've been a little more
enthusiastic, I suppose. Rick could've enjoyed it a little more...Not really
the best I've seen. I think you two are too tortured and fucked up to ever
really be sexy. Made me want to cry more than anything," Negan admitted, "But,
what the fuck. Who am I to judge? Maybe it was a little stage fright."
Carl glowered, "Fuck you."
"Oh I wish kid," Negan admitted with a wink.
Rick moved out of the way so Negan could access the door, "See you bitches
soon," Negan waved, leaving the room.
Rick and Carl left behind him, Carl making his way to the bathroom, and Rick
following him out of the house. He felt like ripping Negan's head off.
Negan blew him a kiss before getting into the car he'd arrived in and driving
away. Rick realized that he could've taken him out then. Put an end to all of
it. He didn't know if he'd ever get the chance again.
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