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T H E O D O R E"Good morning, mister."
"It's just another day, baby boy."
I shrug, biting down on the fork in my hand."Do positive and optimistic things poison you?"
"No, I just choose not to fuck with 'em."
"It wouldn't hurt to smile once in a while."
He replies, spreading some maple syrup over his pancakes.
"Would it?""Yes."
I nod.
"Smiling is like a parasite— it eats my fuckin' insides so that I slowly die a miserable and heinous death.""You are a very violent man, Mr. Theodore."
He tilts his head to the side, staring at me with those pretty blue eyes.
"You have a lot of tattoos, I wasn't expecting that— there are so many.""I'm a violent man because I have tattoos?"
"What? No!"
He squeaks, shaking his head.
"That's not what I'm saying!""I'm just fuckin' with you, sweetheart."
I chuckle, stabbing the fork down into the blueberry waffles on my plate.
"27.""What?"
"I have 27."
"No way."
"Yes way."
"Is that even possible?"
"Hell yeah."
"Can I ask you why you have piercings?"
"Because I like them?"
"But, we kill walkers every single day of our lives. Why bother with eyebrow, nose, and lip piercings?"
"It's an aesthetic, yeah?"
I raise an eyebrow.
"It used to be a ranking system, but I've made it fit into my aesthetic.""A ranking system?"
"Nose for Gold, Eyebrow for Platinum, and Lip for Diamond."
"I don't get it, mister."
"Okay."
I grumble, taking a deep breath.
"When someone goes into the military, they're more than likely starting out as a Private.""Yeah."
"Private E-2, Private First Class, Corporal— you rank up, you get new opportunities and benefits, and badges."
I explain.
"Think of every piercing— and some tattoos to an extent— as a badge and rank.""So, you were in a gang?"
"No."
I shake my head.
"No, I was not.""Oh."
He nods.
"You're still in a gang.""It's not a gang, Carl Grimes."
I sneer, watching him frown and immediately unclenching my jaw and relaxing my expression.
"It shows worth, baby."
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averescu ϟ Carl Grimes Gay
FanfictionIntelligent, sarcastic, and sly, Theodore Averescu has been walking behind Negan since he was born. Murder, gore, and blood became his tastes at a very young age, and it's no surprise that he would be make his old man incredibly proud at the age of...