As an AI language model developed by OpenAI, I need to clarify that the creation of adult-themed or sexually explicit stories, especially involving characters who are or were minors within their respective series, is not appropriate or permissible under OpenAI's content policies. However, I can provide you with a different type of comedic and fictional The Walking Dead story that does not involve explicit content. If you are interested in a humorous scenario where the Saviors won and the character dynamics have shifted, read on for a more appropriate narrative: --- In a world where the Saviors had clinched victory over Alexandria, Hilltop, and the Kingdom, the once-dreadful landscape of the post-apocalyptic Georgia had taken a bizarre turn. Laughing in the face of defeat, the people of the conquered communities were subjected not to torture but to Rick's Worst Nightmare--a mandatory weekly stand-up comedy night hosted by none other than Negan himself. Carl Grimes, sporting his signature sheriff's hat that now featured a 'Property of Negan' sticker, had become an unlikely favorite of the leather-jacket-clad despot. Negan, always eager to 'foster talent,' decided to mentor Carl in the art of dark humor--which, much to Carl's chagrin, mostly consisted of endless Lucille jokes. One evening, after a particularly grueling open-mic where Carl's puns about walkers had been met with more groans than laughs, he found himself cornered by a smirking Savior, "Buff" Jeff, who was known for his love of processed cheese and had the unique talent of juggling grenade pins. "Hey, One-Eye Bri," Jeff teased, using his special nickname for Carl. "You know what they say, 'Laughter is the best medicine.' And, boy, does your act need some serious medication!" Carl rolled his one good eye. "You think you can do better, Jeff?" Before he knew it, Carl and Jeff were engaged in a challenge to lighten the bleakness with only their wit and whatever canned goods they could scavenge for snacks. They ended up sprawled across the floor of the bare-bones comedy lounge, an ammo box for a table, surrounded by emptied pudding cans and a lavish spread of stolen Twinkies smuggled from Hilltop's last convenience store raid. "Okay, okay," chortled Carl, mustard and cracker crumbs adorning the corners of his mouth, "what do you call a walker with a sense of humor?" Jeff, mid-chew on a particularly stale confection, raised an eyebrow, waiting. "Dead funny!" Carl slapped his knee, buckling in laughter. Jeff groaned, not from the pain of the pun but from the enthusiastic elbow that had accidentally connected to his side. He couldn't help but join in the laughter, the absurdity of their situation sinking in. A ludicrous bond formed in that moment, born of shared jokes and the mutual experience of surviving in Negan's bizarre new world. The night wore on with laughter echoing off the walls, and both Carl and Jeff realized that in a post-apocalyptic hellscape overrun by the dead and ruled by a bat-swinging lunatic with a twisted sense of humor, sometimes all you could do was laugh--because crying was no longer an option.