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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Rick_Grimes
  Character:
      Rick_Grimes, Carl_Grimes, Daryl_Dixon
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Consensual_Underage_Sex, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-19 Words: 2318
****** The world is ending, who cares anymore? ******
by Multifangirl69
Summary
     What was right, what was wrong? Was it even important anymore? Rick
     couldn't tell.
Notes
     This is dirty and I will go to hell for that, but it was worth it.
Rick couldn't think . Everything went by so quickly and yet every second felt
like eternity. The phone calls, the feeling when he realized who he was talking
to, the hot chill he felt was branded into his spine. His head felt heavy and
he felt sick from the lack of sleep and food.
But sleeping was something he couldn't even think about. He just couldn't bear
more nightmares. Even when he was awake he saw her pale face, this disappointed
look in her beautiful eyes.
He felt cursed. He tried so hard to do everything right, but now he wasn't even
capable of taking care of himself. How is he supposed to take care of two
children? How much he hated himself for leaving Carl alone. He had to shot his
own mother and Rick is the one drowning in sorrow. How pathetic he was.
The man was lost in his empty thoughts, he didn't even hear the light knock. He
flinched when someone opened the heavy metal door. The sound was almost
deafening when it interrupted the quiet nothingness so suddenly.
"No...leave me alone..." Rick whispered through his fingers, closing his eyes
in pain. The sound, that still seemed to echo through the empty halls, gave him
a headache.
"Please, everyone is worried." The voice, that barely reached Ricks ear through
the ringing, sounded off. Like he was talking through an old radio. But the man
knew who it was. He didn't want to look up, he didn't want to see the boy. His
face was just painfully familiar.
"Let them. Just go." Rick tried his best to sound strong, but his voice
cracked, he barely got the words through his trembling lips and it sounded more
like pleading than demanding.
"Dad, this is killing you! At least...eat something," Carl said. Rick still
didn't look at his son, too scared to open his eyes. He was hallucinating so
much lately, he was scared that the soft voice of the boy was just in his head
too. If he kept his eyes shut he could hear it just a little bit longer.
"Daryl kept some rests for you from Dinner. Just eat it please." Rick flinched
when he heard the porcellain hitting the dirty wood of the table. It felt like
the first warm breeze in spring when Carl touched his fathers arm. His
fingertips left burning marks, making his cold skin tremble. A relieved sound
escaped the boys throat when the older one finally opened his eyes to look at
him.
"Dad, will you eat?" Carl asked nervously, watching his fathers eyes wander to
the plate and back to the small one. But it felt like the man was looking
through his son, like looking through glass.
"Lori..." Rick whispered. Carl was now the one who flinched. Hershel told him
that his father was delusional, but the way he said his mothers name and the
way he looked past Carl, it was almost scary.
"I'm sorry..." Rick now looked directly at his son, watching every little
reaction from him as placed his hands gently on the younger ones cheeks. Seeing
the twitch in his eyes, the little swaying to the side, like he was trying to
avoid the touch.
"You look like your mother." Carl swallowed hard and nodded, replied under
nervous breath: "You told me this before."
"Yes, but that was different. It's something parents say all the time...but
looking at you now...Oh... You have the same nose..." Ricks fingers started to
caress the boys warm skin under his eyes. Carl felt weird. A tingling feeling
flooded his stomach, a mix of confusion and a certain need filling his head.
"And her beautiful eyes..." His father now pulled him closer, helping the boy
to climb on his lap. Carls breath was heavy, he felt nervous, but also really
happy with how his father touched him. This gentle cold fingers moving over his
cheekbones, down to his chin and over his mouth, leaving a burning trail.
"I also never noticed how soft your lips are, just like hers. I bet you also
taste the same." Before Carl could even react to this words he was stopped by a
kiss. Rick sighed, his hands gripping his sons shirt as he deepened the kiss,
shoving his tongue hungrily into the boys mouth.
Every second melted slowly. Carl stopped counting them at some point. The kiss
was rough, but not painful. He didn't mind it, almost happy to satisfy his
fathers hunger. And he almost felt disappointed when the man pulled back,
leaving the boy light headed with unsteady breathing.
"Oh god, what am I doing? This is so wrong." Carl almost didn't heard his
fathers whisper, he was way too shocked by what just happened.
"No no no, all this morality. It doesn't exist anymore, right? Who cares
anymore? The world is ending, we're all gonna die!" Rick laughed, grabbing his
son roughly, forcing him on the table. Carl didn't complain. He couldn't.
Everything went by way too quickly and he almost didn't notice how his clothes,
except his pants, disappeared from his body.
"Dad, wait!" He slowly started to realize what was going on. It was like coming
down from a trip, suddenly remembering what was happening. But Rick didn't
listen. His hands wandered over Carls body like ghosts, barely touching the
sweat covered belly that was slowly going up and down.
"Shh, don't worry. It will be fine," Rick whispered, gently placing his lips
back on his sons, recieving a moan as he deepened the kiss again. Carl closed
his eyes, loving this bittersweet feeling, enjoying how his mind was empty.
This warmth, that seemed to burn him from inside, was almost unbearable, but it
was so good.
At some point he stopped caring just like his father. Right. Wrong. It didn't
matter anymore.
Every minute felt like hours, he let them melting, enjoying every singly bit.
Carl never understood how something like sex can be enjoyed, but now he wanted
it so badly. He didn't want this to stop, he wanted more.
It was disgusting. The rough touchs of his scarred hands, the feeling of his
dry lips against Carls, hungrily and painfully, like the man was trying to eat
him. But the boy wouldn't mind, as he long as his father didn't let go. He
didn't want to lose him too.
"You're so beautiful. Even more than your mother," Rick whispered, looking from
the red lips up into his lust filled eyes. Carl felt this warm tingling in his
stomach again. Such simple words, yet it made him so happy. He almost purred
when his father petted his head like a dogs.
"Daddy...please...I want to feel you just like mom did." Carl was almost
shocked by how needy he sounded. It was almost sad, but the thought was quickly
gone when the older one pressed his crotch against the smaller ones, grinding
roughly against him.
"Are you sure? You want me to fuck you? Do you want to replace her?" Rick
asked, raising an eyebrow. Carl just nodded, his breath was so heavy, it didn't
allow any words to come out. He felt his dick twitching against the much bigger
one, loving how the friction of his pants rubbed against the sensitive skin.
He touched himself before. Just two times. It was just to try it out, that was
normal. But he never imagined how it feels like when someone else touches him
there. But he quickly realized that he could have never imagined it when he
felt a large hand slipping into his pants. The fingertips barely touched the
tip and a light moan already escaped Carls throat. It was such an electric
feeling, already better than when he was touching himself.
"You're so cute. I love virgins! Your mother wasn't one anymore when we started
dating. I was so disappointed, but now I have you. Are you happy that I will be
your first?" Rick asked, biting into Carls neck, sucking on the white flesh.
The boy nodded. His father snickered when he heard the happy purring, followed
by another moan.
"You're already so hard. Me too. But don't worry, I will prepare you really
well. I don't want to hurt my little baby." Carl trembled under his fathers
touch, groaning in disappointment when the hand left his pants. With a deep
sigh he noticed how the older man pulled them off, leaving them on the pile of
his other pieces of clothing.
"Now, calm down. If it hurts tell me immidiately," Rick said, moving his
fingers slowly over the insides of the boys thighs, leaving burning lines. Carl
nodded, wriggling under the man, eager for more. He was ready. He didn't even
knew what happened to him in this short time. Maybe he always wanted this, but
repressed this feeling because of all the morality in their society. Maybe he
just felt lonely and his body responded to every little piece of love in extrem
manner. Whatever it was, he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was his
father and how much he loved him, how much he wanted to be close to him.
They both wanted to forget what happened. Just for a few minutes.
Carl bit his lip when he felt the slender fingers pushing into him. It felt
weird, painful, wrong. Small whimpers escaped his vibrating lips, making the
man above him grin. It was obvious how much he enjoyed the noises, seeing the
small body trembling in pleasure.
"Oh god, stop being so damn cute," Rick whispered, moving his face down to his
sons, involve him into another deep kiss.
It felt almost surreal how quiet everything was, the room was only filled by
small moans and whimpers from the little boy and sweet nothings that Rick
whispered against Carls mouth. Just when Rick thought that the younger one was
ready he pulled back, licking his fingers as he looked over the mess his son
was.
His beautiful eyes blurred with tears and pleasure. The red lips practically
longing for more attention. His body was shaking from the cold that pressed
against his burning skin. Rick felt his cock twitching at the sight. He wish he
had a phone or a camera, he didn't want to forget this perfect picture.
"Do you think you're ready?" Rick asked. God, he should just stop. It was
wrong, but he was already so deep into the rabbit hole, there was definitely no
turning back now. If someone finds out, he would just push it on his current
insanity. That will probably satisfy no one, but who would actually care?
Carl nodded lightly, watching his father open his pants. The older one let out
a relieved sigh when the pressure from all the clothing was finally gone as he
pushed down his pants and underwear. He groaned, trying to think about a good
way to lubricate, at least a little bit. With another sigh he spit on his hand,
quickly rubbing his dick.
He took a deep breath, positioning himself. Rick groaned as he pushed in,
feeling the hot insides wrapping tightly around him. This was so much better
than anything before and Carl seemed to like it to. His face showed pain, but
his moaning was filled with pure pleasure.
Rick tried his best to keep his movements slow, to let his son adjust to the
feeling, but he got barely anything from that. He needed to move faster,
deeper. Slowly his thoughts just disappeared, soon his mind was blank again. No
thinking. Just doing. He didn't care about the tears in this big brown eyes, he
didn't hear Carls desperate pleading to go slower. All that mattered was this
feeling, this amazing feeling of the vibrating flesh around his cock,
tightening around him even more when the young one came.
But Rick didn't slowed down, he moved even deeper, even faster. The pleading
had stopped, the only sound that was coming out of Carls mouth was moaning. The
brown in his eyes had almost disappeared, leaving room for only white. A thick
line of saliva was running out the boys mouth as he stopped making noises, only
leaving lips apart to breath heavely. Just like his fathers his mind was blank,
empty. The only thing he felt was the intense pleasure mixed with a bitter hint
of pain.
"Carl...I'm....so...close..." Rick barely got the words out, moaning and
groaning interrupting him again and again. His son didn't listen anymore, all
that he heard was white noise. Even his own breathing didn't reach his ears.
After another slowly melting minute a sudden burst of heat flooded Carls
stomach, running through his body like a thunder. Everything around him was
twisting like a weird hallucination. He was shaking, feeling how his father
practically milked himself inside him before pulling out.
"So good..." the older one whispered, slowly calming down. His eyes wandered
over his sons body, watching every little trembling, every twitch.
Suddenly he felt ill as the reality hit him. He fucked his own son without a
second thought, without hesitation. His stomach twisted and he put a hand on
his mouth as he turned away, stumbling over to the still open door.
He needed to leave. Go somewhere else. How much he wished that this was just
another nightmare. Another dream he would wake up from, crying and laughing
about his sick mind. But he knew how real it was as he turned around the
corner, almost loosing his stand as he ran directly into Daryl.
"I will take care of him," the dixon said with so little emotion that the other
man almost felt scared. But Rick could swear he saw a flash of lust in the mans
eyes before he lost his consciousness, falling right into Daryls arms.
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