[ If Carl really wanted to, he'd sympathize. It's hard, the first months. When there's a herd of people, the immediate thought is not, oh, rush hour, it's a large herd of walkers. There just isn't enough people to make up that kind of mass anymore, not where they come from.
But Carl doesn't want to sympathize with Negan, fuck that guy.
Still, he takes an opportunity of Negan's moment of rediscovering civilization by opening a drawer to give Negan a fork and a knife . . . and a knife for Carl, who rusted the handle slightly so he can control it even without gripping it, and discretely puts it in the small of his back, hiding the knife with his shirt and jeans.
The egg is half hard and runny, the bacon is just a sad sight, half of it burnt to a crisp and the other half just barely cooked. Good enough. He puts the bacon and eggs on a plate, along with the fork and knife and puts it on the table on the side closest to Negan. Carl then backs up, his back leaning against the wall with his arms folded. ]
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But Carl doesn't want to sympathize with Negan, fuck that guy.
Still, he takes an opportunity of Negan's moment of rediscovering civilization by opening a drawer to give Negan a fork and a knife . . . and a knife for Carl, who rusted the handle slightly so he can control it even without gripping it, and discretely puts it in the small of his back, hiding the knife with his shirt and jeans.
The egg is half hard and runny, the bacon is just a sad sight, half of it burnt to a crisp and the other half just barely cooked. Good enough. He puts the bacon and eggs on a plate, along with the fork and knife and puts it on the table on the side closest to Negan. Carl then backs up, his back leaning against the wall with his arms folded. ]