Got this fuckin' brain worm of a cegan fic concept that I keep tossing around.
Basically Carl keeps sneaking out at night to meet with Negan, they take his car and drive just outside of city limits and most of the time their late nights end up with Carl a pathetic, sobbing mess and Negan cumming down his throat.
Then one night as Negan is pulling on the boys hair and thinking about how fucking good it feels to throat fuck him, he catches sight of a officer making his way over and as quickly as he can his buttoning his pants and pushing Carl back further into the floorboard and halfheartedly tossing a jacket over him and who else would it be but Rick Grimes. Shining his flashlight into his car and telling him he can't park there, wholly unaware that his son is trying to be as quite as possible as he gets off on the idea of his daddy finding out just how much of a mess he is.
Carl: *doing his best to glue his innocence back together while the world continues to beat him down at every opportunity. Trying not to recede into the dark recesses of his mind and shut down into survival mode, because he wants to live, damnit! He wants to grow, to learn, to love, to help build this world back up from the rubble it's become.*
Hell yeah he is! He loves sneaking off to the Sanctuary and sleeping with Negan, following him around all day till he's gotta go back before his dad worries where he's at.