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Here is where you go nuts with Carl "Future Serial Killer" Grimes, whether it is just a set in game-verse or whichever.

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[peepeepants]

[Of course one of the first things Negan does is find a foothold with higher powers, an in for positions he'll eventually take over. If it doesn't take a zombie apocalypse here to get that, fine. If it does, also fine. He'd survived the last one. He'd survive the next. Not just survive, but thrive. He'll get to that point here, too. It's inevitable.

And in the midst of finding footholds, he's gotta listen to a few birdies, too. Keep an eye for What's-His-Name. Prick's kid, the little angry pirate. Soon enough, he's just...there. Miraculously. Somehow, one morning, just sitting in the corner of the kitchen, idly using a kitchen knife on a block of wood. To the untrained eye it's woodwork and threat combined. To the trained pirate eye it's just plain threat.]

Mornin' kid. [Whether Carl has turned the light on or not doesn't matter; there's enough sunlight to show him. He chips away at the block. It could be a door stop. Or a stake. It's a slightly pointy bit of wood being made by an asshole in leather wielding the largest knife in Carl's kitchen and that's what matters.] Didn't get that beauty sleep, didja?

[He isn't Dwight but Grimes Junior's only saving grace is his hair.

There is a shadow on the other side of Negan, slim and sharp, something leaning against the chair he's chosen. Something named Lucille.]