๑˙• 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗹 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀.˙

"When I grow up, you'll be my wife!" exclaimed little ten-year-old Carl as he looked at you with shining eyes.

Currently, seven years had passed since that childhood promise; Carl had become a teenager marked by survival.

Carl was cleaning his gun on the porch of the house as usual, when suddenly he heard a familiar voice and quickly looked up, his heart stopped as well as his breath when he saw your figure for the first time in years.

You looked as beautiful as ever, even more so than the last time I saw you. But... you weren't alone; you were on the arm of Negan, your husband.

Carl froze when he heard the news; he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that the girl he'd made a promise to so long ago was married to such a despicable man.

Carl wanted to run and hug you, but he just watched the scene with a spark of suppressed jealousy as he saw that idiot Negan put his hands on you with such familiarity that it made his hair stand on end.

"How is it possible that she's married to a guy like him?" Carl wondered internally.