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Negan woke up and he was laying on a hard wooden floor with only some laid out bedsheets separating them. He blinked his eyes and looked around.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡?", he thought. He stood up quickly and looked at a framed picture. It was of Rick, Carl, and if he'd have to bet, his wife. Carl's mom that the little serial killer had killed. Did Rick drug him and put him in his room? That prick would be put on his knees, begging him to not harm him and his cute little family. Negan growled in annoyance and opened the door of the bedroom to go confront Rick. He hurried downstairs and saw Carl feeding Judith her baby formula.
"Well, well," he said with malice when Carl looked at him, "Thought that you'd get away with getting me roofied, huh? Or perhaps your dad did, you don't seem that stupid"
Carl stared at him with an unreadable expression.
"Cat got your tongue kid?" Negan demanded to know as he crossed his arms. "Where the hell is your father? He will get punished for this"
"Dad..." Carl started "what are you talking about?" he asked in confusion.
Negan laughed at that. Was Carl drunk or something?
"I am Negan, not your Dad. He is gonna get his punishment though" Negan said in anger.
Carl picked Judith up as he was feeling scared by what he was hearing.
"Look yourself at a mirror," he said as he bit his lip. What the hell was going on to his father.
Negan sighed in frustration but looked himself at a mirror that was in the living room. His breath hitched when he saw two blue eyes staring back at him. He was at Rick's body, but the consciousness was his. What the hell happened to him?
"No way" he said in despair "this can't be real"
Carl was in shock as well.
"Negan?" he questioned.
"I'm wearing your Dad's face and body" Negan spat out "How the hell did this happen?!" he demanded.
"How to know?" Carl asked exasperated "it makes no sense"
"I will ask one more time kid. Where the hell is your Dad?" Negan threatened.
"Calm down!" Carl growled as Judith was getting upset "don't know but if you woke up here, I bet my father is at the Sanctuary, looking like you"
Negan groaned in frustration.
"How are you gonna reverse this?" Carl demanded to know.
"How to know kid?" Negan said in bitterness "even the thought that this prick is wearing my face, is making me sick or that he is at MY compound. Don't worry though, I'm sure he will appear sooner rather than later"
Carl swallowed dryly at that. Negan was looking like his father now. Others wouldn't believe them though.
"What are you gonna do?" Carl questioned in fear.
Negan smirked at him despite the fear he was feeling as well. If he was wearing Rick's face and body, he might as well have some fun with it before that prick made his appearance. He'd start with his poor little children, that were at his mercy right now.
"First of all, you're grounded. Go to your room" Negan announced.
Carl frowned at him. Was he serious right now?
"You're joking right?" Carl demanded.
"Do I look like I'm joking? Now leave your sister to me and go to your room. Do not make me lock you in" he threatened.
"I am not giving you Judith" Carl snapped at him as he hugged her protectively "you're not our Dad!"
Negan let out a chuckle.
"We'll see about that kid. Fine, you can stay for now. Until your Dad shows up at least. Then we'll have a nice family chat to see what will happen with this freaky situation"
Carl swallowed hard and he sat down on the couch with Judith in his arms, looking at him with a scared expression.