i hope you get stabbed in the heart, i hope you get shot and expire

[112ounces]

WHO: Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, and Negan
WHERE: De Chima Hospital
WHEN: BACKDATED; after the clone attack w/ zombaes
WHAT: Carl fights clone. Negan kills clone. Carl tries to kill Negan. Negan takes Carl to the hospital. What a swell guy!
WARNINGS: Negan. Carl. Daryl. Chances are it won't be pretty.



Carl didn't want to be in the hospital. Granted, he would like it if it was just him, but if Negan dragged him in there, he rather not. He was weak, he was dealing out with blood loss, and worst, he's going to be trapped in the room with Negan. With Negan's sick, twisted reasons, Negan is going to stay put because, swear to God - Carl's was one of Negan's favorite people.

Carl was taken away to be treated, his wounds cleaned and stitched up. But he lost a lot of blood, and he had to stay overnight at the very least to recover. And despite Carl's vigilance for Negan and the chance to escape, the painkillers, the IV drip, and overall exhaustion of the stress of the fight took over, and Carl finally slept.

Eventually - he had no idea how long he slept - he woke up, the noise of the television across and above him making noise. It was a news channel, covering the clones attack and footage of many imPorts fighting copies of themselves, often times in brutal ways. A bronze-colored lizard-like man with wings was seen killing a copy of himself. A dark-haired girl fighting the walking dead - the dead that aren't the ones Carl had familiarized himself at home. Many more videos, spilling over. It was more than enough for Carl.

He looked around, trying to find the remote to turn it off. He need the quiet.

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[dirtyredneck]

Daryl only knew where to find Carl because the flowers led him to the hospital, which in turn led him to yelling at the staff for not calling him as soon as the kid was admitted. Until Rick got back, he was next of kin. And he didn't give one flying fuck that no one had told anyone that, he should still have gotten a god damn call.

He never did get the actual room number off the people at the desk, just stomped off and followed the flowers up the stairwell until he got to the right floor. Then down the hall quietly until he came to the door the small cluster of Cherokee Roses grew next to. He was silent at the point he pushed the door open. Knocking gently to alert the kid if he was awake.

When he realized Carl was up and moving about, he strode inside and let the door fall shut behind him. His crossbow slid from his shoulder and he reached out to take Carl's hand, "Hey. Sorry I'm late."

[peepeepants]

Negan wasn't far behind Daryl, though he wasn't about to stop or keep him from the littlest psycho killer. No, he'd gone out to fetch a few things. Carl had grown restless the past hour. He figured it was any time now the kid woke up for real, and Negan wasn't about to abandon what he took responsibility for.

Difficult to swan in as he was, but damned if he didn't manage. He had a couple styrofoam containers in one hand and a cup carrier weighed down in the other.

"Daryl! You're just in time. I got pizza, hamburgers, and tacos. Didn't know what you liked besides spaghetti, Carl." He didn't wink. But by God it was a close call. "Milkshakes, too."

He waved the cups. The pride of his scavenging right here: motherfuckin' milkshakes.

[112ounces]

Carl merely glared at Negan - which, really, isn't that hard to do when you have one eye and a face that's just naturally predisposed to glaring anyway.

"I'm not hungry." He bit out. He gave Daryl a glance until he realized something important - Daryl might not "know" Negan. Not yet, anyway.

[dirtyredneck]

Carl's suspicion was confirmed easily enough by Daryl's reaction. His eyebrows raised in surprise at seeing the man, but there was no other recognition there than just a fellow imPort he'd met along the way at some point.

The generous amount of food was impressive to him and he moved over to take a couple of the bags off of Negan's hands and set them on one of the tables. Carl's own reaction had not gone unnoticed by him, but Daryl didn't understand what prompted it.

"Doctor's might not've okayed regular food yet," he said after a moment, making sure to keep what he could of the food away from Carl since the kid was clearly upset by it all for some reason. Then he looked over at Negan, obviously confused by his presence if nothing else. "What're you doin' here?"

[peepeepants]

Negan handed off to Daryl like it was the most normal thing in the world, not a hint that anything about this entire situation was off in any way. The cutting eye from Carl garnered a smile, bitten down by the time Daryl could get a look at his face, and then Negan had to choose between laughing and telling his own tale or...

"I brought him here." Negan sat as he spoke, picking up the lukewarm mug of coffee he'd left behind. "Suppose I wasn't completely honest with you in our meeting. Carl and I go way back. You and I go way back, too. You wanna fill him in, Carl?"

Or he can let Carl sing the praise of Negan and Lucille and deal with the potential fistfight that ensues. Yes. A much better choice. Why talk about what an honorable shit he was when he can put Carl on the spot to do it for him? That's love!

[112ounces]

Carl didn't want to spill the beans to Daryl, not with him there. He wanted to but this wasn't just going back home and finding some people and everything went back to normal. This was honest-to-god war that happened, and Daryl underwent such hell Carl wasn't even sure to even begin to describe it to Daryl, when back home Daryl couldn't really described what he went through, except portions of what Carl witnessed himself back at the Savior's home.

How far along Negan was, anyway? Was he before or after Carl killed his men and went on a rampage? Before Shiva showing up and began to eat one of his men? After that?

Didn't matter.

"I don't know. I think you are the one that needed to be filled in, Negan." Carl said, all ice and not at all nice. "Last time I saw you, you lost."

Carl's typical go-to: when it doubt, double down on being 100% asshole. Nothing bad will ever come from that.