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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Walking_Dead_(TV), Walking_Dead
  Relationship:
      Rick_Grimes/Carl_Grimes
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Rick_Grimes, Daryl_Dixon
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Rimming, Masturbation, Parent/Child_Incest, Anal_Sex,
      Incest, Prison, Season/Series_03_Spoilers, body_issues, Dick_Comparisons,
      lmao_idk
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-15 Words: 5998
****** We're All That's Left ******
by RickGrimes
Summary
     Explores the days leading up to and including Rick and Carl's sexual
     relationship. It all begins with some accidents and misunderstandings
     and escalates from there.
Notes
     Hey, this is my second Rick/Carl story. Be warned again, this is
     underage and incestuous. Carl is 14. If you're not into it please
     don't continue reading because I don't want anyone to feel
     uncomfortable or hate me. For this story, they're still at the
     prison, Lori is dead, Judith exists, and nothing about the governor
     is mentioned. I hope you enjoy it! Know, for these purposes, Carl is
     a lot closer to his father-and not angsting all over the place. ;)
Rick and Carl were out in the gardens, tending to the growing vegetables, and
simultaneously keeping guard. It was midafternoon and sweltering. Even Carl’s
hat wasn’t enough to shade his face from the sun and his pale skin was red,
especially the cheeks. He had to take off his usual outer layer—the button up
shirt, and still he was sweating through his t-shirt. His dad had already done
away with his, exposing his slender, yet muscular chest. Carl kept side-
glancing his dad’s various scars. Especially the one from his gunshot wound.
Carl was a little jealous. At 14, he was starting to grow, but he was still
small and skinny. He was fair too, unlike his dad. Rick was tall, tan, and
toned. He had just the right amount of chest hair, and enough injuries to make
him look badass. Carl wished he looked like that, and he even hoped he would
someday look like that—if he could make it that far. He had a couple scratches,
and his gunshot injury was barely noticeable.
Rick looked at Carl and smiled, “What? Somethin’ the matter?”
It was hard to distinguish Carl’s blush from the sunburn, “Nothing.”
“Oh come on,” Rick encouraged, stopping with the hoe in front of him, and
resting his hands on the top of the handle.
“How are you so muscular?” Carl blurted out. “It’s not like you work out,” he
looked down at his own chest for emphasis.
Rick laughed, “I’m not really, but thanks Just from all the work I guess.”
Carl scoffed, “I do hardwork, and look,” he lifted up his shirt.
Rick looked at the boy’s chest. It was a little thicker than it had been when
he was lying in that bed, dying—his tiny chest barely able to contain his ribs.
Rick ached at the thought of that.
“Well, you put some weight on. It’ll happen son, bein’ skinny ain’t so bad.”
“Yeah right,” Carl argued.
Rick shook his head. He didn’t tell Carl he had been that small once. He
frowned; starving wasn’t exactly the best way to grow, and who said they even
had a few more years left in them to reach that goal? Rick moved the hoe a
little more forcefully through the dirt.
The sun was moving west and lowering in the sky. They still had a couple more
hours of work.
--
The next day Rick and Carl were at it again. Pumping water through the ground
to be purified. Gathering inedible pieces of plants and vegetables to feed the
animals. Walking the perimeter of the fence, testing for weaknesses. Rick
didn’t want to admit it quite yet, but someone else was going to have to rotate
with him for a while, and maybe Carl too, the work was just too taxing to do
all day every day. He needed a break.
Rick stopped about halfway through their chores to relieve himself. He wasn’t
shy, but he made sure Carl was on the other side of the garden before he pulled
it out. He moved a ways away from the garden so it wouldn’t be close enough to
affect anything.
Rick unzipped his jeans and shifted his boxers down to make room for his dick.
Facing the fence, he pulled it out and waited for the stream. He groaned at the
relief after holding it all day. He wasn’t focussing on his surroundings, so
when he heard footsteps he turned automatically, still urinating.
“Dad—” Carl began.
Rick was now facing Carl, with his dick out, and still pissing. Carl just
stared, frozen in place. Rick turned and finished, putting himself away
quickly.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
Carl was still looking at his dad’s crotch. He licked his lips, subconsciously.
“What did you need, Carl?” Rick questioned, trying to move on.
“Nothing,” he sputtered, turning around quickly.
Carl didn’t say anything to him the rest of the time they were out there. Rick
was confused. Was Carl disgusted or embarrassed? He didn’t really understand
why Carl was avoiding him, it was just an accident…
--
That night, Rick was doing rounds while everyone was settling in. Only Carol
remaining up to be watch in the tower. Rick was heading for Carl’s cell to do
his daily goodnight. The boy still appreciated it even with his tough exterior.
If it stayed between Rick and him, what was a little goodnight routine between
father and son?
Rick couldn’t exactly knock since a sheet was standing in for a door, so he
just listened before just walking in. Seemed to be good. He walked in to find
Carl sitting on his bed, looking down at his lap with his dick in his hands.
Rick almost ran back out, but Carl hid himself immediately, “Fuck dad, you just
walk in?”
The man almost laughed, but he opted instead to chastise Carl for language.
“What were you doing?” Rick only asked because Carl hadn’t been hard or
touching himself to earn any sort of reaction. He was just examining his dick?
Carl sighed defensively, “Nothing.”
Rick crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Carl rolled his eyes, “Yours—,” he trailed off. “Your dick is so much bigger
than mine. It’s not fair.”
Rick sagged in relief, that was so much better than he was expecting. Body
issues. He could deal with this.
He was a little embarrassed, but he tried to remain cool, “Look son, you’re
only 14. It’s perfectly normal to be… smaller than a full-grown adult. Heck, I
was probably smaller n’ you at that age. It takes time to grow into your body.”
Carl glared, “I know that. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re huge. I’ve seen
Glenn’s by accident once, and even he isn’t big. He’s an adult. What if I stay
like this?”
Rick almost burst out laughing, but this was serious. He didn’t want his son to
feel insecure. He didn’t really want to go there, but he said it anyways, “From
what I saw a minute ago, you’re not doing too bad, Carl. I swear. I wouldn’t
doubt it if you were practically my size.”
Carl looked a little more hopeful.
Rick was starting to get a little uncomfortable. This wasn’t a conversation he
ever expected to have, “If you don’t like it the way it is now, you can do
something to make it bigger,” Rick said awkwardly.
“What do I do?” Carl asked.
“You can touch yourself.” Rick was burning with embarrassment right now.
Carl looked confused, “I do though. I just was, and it was still the same
size.”
Rick shook his head, and dragged his palm over his eyes, “Put some spit on your
hand, and go like this,” he made a gesture to show what kind of movement he
meant.
“Do that, and you’ll be fine, goodnight,” Rick ran out. He felt a little
perverted, even though he could admit he was just trying to help his son out.
He tried to deny the excitement he felt when Carl was checking him out, or with
the knowledge of what Carl was going to be doing.
--
Carl was quiet at breakfast the next morning, but he usually didn’t say much,
so Rick couldn’t tell if it was unusual.
They were getting ready to go on a supply run. Normally Rick liked to stay back
at the prison just in case any problems arose, but Carl had been showing
interest in going on one, and Rick wanted to be with him—he trusted the group,
but he wouldn’t put his son's life in anyone else’s hands unless he was
incapable of doing it.
This errand would take them past the grocery store and into the subdivisions
beyond. They did have to be vigilant because of the endless forest bordering
most of the area. It took them a 20 minute drive to reach the outskirts of
their zone. Carl sat in the passenger seat, navigating with the map he found in
the glove compartment.
“Dad?” Carl started.
“What is it?” Rick asked without taking his eyes off the road. It was the first
word Carl had said all morning.
“I did what you said,” Carl flushed.
Rick was confused for a second before clueing in, “Oh?” he tried for
nonchalance.
“You were right. It was…”
“Good.”
“Thank you,” Carl smiled small.
Rick couldn’t help but smile even under the circumstances, “You’re welcome...
Was—” He caught himself before he said what he wanted.
“Was…?”Carl asked.
Rick bit his lip hard, “How was it? How’d it feel?”
Carl’s eyes widened, “I can’t describe it. Do you ever do that to yourself?”
Rick gripped the wheel until his knuckles were white. He pulled onto the street
they were looking for. He would drive around the block once to survey the area
before stopping. No risks.
His voice was strained, “Yeah. Not for a while though.”
Carl looked shocked, “How can you not? It’s all I’ve been thinking about,” he
stopped, waiting for Rick to answer for just a second before continuing, “Wait,
is that normal?”
Rick chuckled as he circled the block, looking for the best place to stop the
car, “Extremely. The first time I ever did it, I followed up with 2 more. I
couldn’t stop.”
Carl looked appeased.
Rick looked pained. He felt guilty for instigating the corruption, but it was a
normal human experience to masturbate. So what if he helped Carl out a bit? The
boy needed some guidance, and to know that he wasn’t abnormal. Rick was doing
the right thing. It didn’t help him feel less perverted though. Surely his
advice to Carl should’ve ended there. He wasn’t thinking about the boy twisted
in sheets, or his face tight with emotion. He wasn’t thinking about how he’d
like to see Carl when he—
“Dad!”
Rick was alert immediately, somehow he and Carl were already out of the car,
and there were 2 walkers approaching from the left.
Carl took down one with his knife and Rick followed after missing a beat. He
needed to pull his head out of his ass and get a grip. He was being dangerous.
“Sorry, that won’t happen again,” Rick promised.
Carl nodded.
They made to clear the house.
A couple hours later, they were only down 3 bullets, but up a trunk load of
supplies. It was an extremely fruitful run, and they still had a few hours left
before sundown.
Rick’s pocket burned with the lube he’d grabbed off someone’s nightstand. He
told himself he just wanted something a little extra when he had some alone
time. Maybe he could clear his head if he took his own advice. Find some
isolated cell in another block. Jack off. Get it over with. He hadn’t had sex
since Lori, and he felt wrong every time he went to do anything solo. That
guilt would be way better than that from wanting to take apart his son. He
cringed at the thought, but still watched Carl beside him from the corner of
his eye. He was allowed to look at his son, that wasn’t wrong…
They were on the road again when Carl let out an excited gasp, “Dad!”
Rick swerved the car infinitesimally, “Jesus, Carl. What?”
Carl huffed indignantly, “There’s a lake just off this turn.”
“And?” Rick said.
“It’s like 5 minutes away. We can go swimming, I bet the water’s warmer than at
the prison,” Carl asked hopefully.
Rick groaned, he wanted to say yes, but he didn’t want to take the risk; they
would be vulnerable there, “Sorry, Carl. No.”
“Come on, Dad. We never get to do anything. I stink. The showers are
disgusting, and there’s always someone else wanting it. Why can’t we ever do
anything I want to do?”
Rick was tempted, “You don’t have to act like a brat. We have it good there.
You know why things have to be this way.”
“I know. It just sucks. Nevermind,” Carl replied, hanging his head.
Rick pulled a sudden U-turn, “Fine.”
Carl grinned, “Thank you!” he reached his arm out to nudge his dad.
Rick was pleased. It felt nice to do something for his son.
--
They pulled up the parking lot designated to lake visitors. It was a bit of a
walk to actually get near the lake, and he could vaguely see it from the lot.
Rick decided to keep driving up the gravel trail. He would not just leave the
vehicle and the supplies out of sight and too far away to run to. He would have
to stop at the end of the trail—before he hit the sand line, so there was no
chance of the vehicle getting stuck.
Carl noticed what his dad was doing, “Good thinking. This way we won’t have to
worry about the car while we’re down here.”
Rick nodded.
Rick couldn’t help but smile at the scenery in front of them. The afternoon sun
was casting golden orange rays on the clear lake. There wasn’t a cloud in the
sky. Luscious green trees surrounded the lake on all sides as if it was
shielded from every other side except the side with a beach—where they were. It
seemed pretty safe, Rick admitted to himself. They were only vulnerable from
one side and it wasn’t like walkers could swim. He might consider telling the
others about this place. The entire group couldn’t leave the prison all at
once, but in twos or threes, it could be nice for them to have a swim instead
of a cold shower that depleted their resources. There could even be fish in the
lake.
Carl was exuding muted excitement. His dad could tell that he was trying to
hide it; he was trying to keep up his tough exterior.
“I know you’re happy, you can act like it,” Rick said, nudging Carl as they
walked towards the water.
Carl shrugged and took off running, he left his hat, weapons, and shoes strewn
in the sand, wading into the water fully clothed.
It was the most carefree Rick had seen his son in months. He knew this moment
was fleeting. After this Carl would retreat back into his shell. All this
fatherly advice Rick had given Carl lately would probably end there. They’d go
back to gardening and living day to day, not saying much besides goodnight and
be careful. Rick didn’t want that anymore.
“Come on dad, it’s warm!” Carl called, splashing the water.
Rick took off his weapon and boots, following Carl into the water.
“You gotta keep the splashing down,” Rick chastised.
“Sorry,” Carl said.
Rick felt guilty, but it was safety first. The feeling dissipated when Carl
dragged his arm against the surface of the water and created a wave, getting
him in the face.
Rick lunged for Carl and tackled him. they wrestled and splashed playfully,
calming down gradually. They stayed in the shallow areas so their feet never
left the ground. Carl looked around at the area after they stopped playing
around, making sure nothing was approaching. Only their car occupied the space
with them. It was lucky.
Carl peeled off his t-shirt and started scrubbing at it to clean it. Rick
watched the trees across the length of the lake. He took in the glimmering
water, and the sight of his healthy boy enjoying himself.
Carl dipped under the water to get his jeans off so he could clean those too.
Rick looked away, and decided to take after Carl and do his own clothing.
He unbuttoned his shirt quickly, dunking it in the water methodically, feeling
the lakebed for a rock with his feet. In that level of water, he easily bent
over to reach the rock, pulling it up to help his chore. After his finished
with his shirt, he pulled off his pants and boxers too. There was a cloud of
darkness surround his clothing as he scrubbed it, a sign of just how caked on
the dirt was. Still turned around His hips were submerged in the water,
levelling with the curve of his back leading to his ass. His trail of hair
under his belly button was visible too.
Carl had stopped cleaning momentarily to stare at his dad’s body. If he had
thought it was enviable before, he was downright jealous now. The water beaded
off his skin tantalizingly and his curly hair was darkened and dripping down
his back. Before he thought, he was reaching out to run his fingers down the
man’s muscled back, tracing over a couple of old scars. Rick turned around
slowly, shivering under his son’s touch.
“What are you doing?” Rick asked, catching Carl’s arm.
Carl looked guilty, “Looking at your scars?”
Rick shook his head, “Those ones are nothin’,” he said, taking Carl’s hand and
putting it on his chest. Carl grazed his fingers over the puckered gunshot
wound, almost a few years old now. Rick kept his hand placed over Carl’s,
dragging it downwards before removing it completely.
“We should go,” Rick said, clutching his washed clothes in one hand, and
clenching is now empty hand in a fist. It was tingling.
Carl nodded. His mouth was parted and his eyes seemed to reflect every shade of
blue there was in the sky. Rick tried not to notice his full lips, or God help
him, anything below his neck.
Carl made it difficult when he dazedly waded away from Rick, the water going
from covering half of his chest to half of his calves.
Rick’s jaw dropped, “Carl, what the hell are you doing?”
The boy stopped and turned, not realizing before looking down at himself and
covering his body with his wet clothes. He looked mortified, matching Rick’s
expression.
Rick followed him out of the water, hiding his own nudity.
“Good thing we got some clothes or else we’d be driving back wet,” Rick tried
to joke.
Carl didn’t say anything, just walked to the car, struggling to keep himself
covered. Rick collected their shoes and guns, and Carl’s hat, jogging after the
boy. They rummaged through the trunk to pick out the clothes they’d stolen for
themselves. Carl awkwardly turned away from Rick and put his jeans on first.
Rick clenched his eyes shut when he noticed Carl hadn’t put on any boxers. Rick
was so busy watching Carl he wasn’t dressing himself.
He looked down at his body, grabbing his dick and holding it to bring it back
to its normal size after being in the water. Carl chose that moment to turn
around. His eyes widened.
Rick let go immediately and faced the other way. He pulled on his pants and
fastened his holster around his waist.
“Carl, you need to work on your timing,” Rick teased.
“What were you doing?” Carl asked, pulling his boots on.
“What did it look like I was doing?” Rick snapped.
Carl grabbed his hat, “Want me to show you?” he bit.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Rick ran his fingers through his hair, and
pulled on his shirt, leaving it open. He threw the wet clothes in the backseat
and climbed into the car.
Carl smirked, getting into the passenger’s seat. His face fell when they
reversed on the trail, back towards the parking lot. It was swarming with
walkers, feeding on what looked like a deer. Rick felt his heart drop. They
made it through without being spotted, and he sped down the road. They had been
foolish to go to that lake. When those walkers had finished with the deer, they
would’ve followed the next meal they heard. They would’ve undoubtedly been
killed. They were unarmed and exposed. Maybe that was Rick’s punishment for his
disgusting thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” Carl said, “It was my idea to go and we could’ve—”
“Don’t,” Rick said, placing his hand on Carl’s knee, “It was my call, and I
said yes. It would’ve been my fault.”
Carl shook his head, “I’m glad we got to go anyways. It was fun. We were lucky.
If it weren’t for that deer…” he trailed off.
Rick looked at his son, he looked so innocent, even though he was far from it.
He’d killed before, and he’d seen things that no 14 year old should have seen.
It was funny how open Carl could be one minute, and then he’d be unreachable.
“I love you, Carl,” Rick said, watching him.
“I love you too, Dad,” Carl said, putting his hand over Rick’s, which still
rested on his knee.
Rick kept it there after the moment passed, every bump in the road shifting it
higher up Carl’s thigh.
Carl noticed, and might’ve shifted his other hand to rest on his crotch to hide
the hardness that threatened to become very noticeable. He didn’t want his
father to take his hand away; it felt safe, so he tried to make sure Rick
didn’t noticed what was happening.
They turned on the next road, one down from the road leading to the prison
gates. It was getting extremely hot in the car, and Carl automatically removed
his hand to roll down the window, and Rick noticed Carl’s hardness. Rick
swallowed, trying to will his hand to stay where it was, although he wanted to
feel Carl. He made to take his hand off Carl, but Carl stopped him by grabbing
his wrist.
“I don’t know why this is happening, but please don’t be mad at me,” Carl said
embarrassedly, “You don’t have to move your hand.”
Rick groaned, “I’m not mad at you. it’s me.”
Rick slowed down the car, and slowly moved his hand up Carl’s leg. Carl showed
his consent by lacing his fingers with Rick’s who was now lightly touching Carl
through his jeans. The boy shivered and automatically spread his legs apart.
Carl was looking directly into Rick’s eyes, which kept darting from the road to
Carl’s lap. All Rick saw in Carl was trust and love.
 They were getting closer to the prison and this needed to reach a conclusion
because Rick had to keep both hands on the wheel to navigate through the field
of the dead.
“You’ll need to take care of that, ‘less you want to walk around with it,” Rick
said, annoyed to have to take his hands off of Carl.
It was difficult to keep his eyes on the road when he the sound of Carl
unzipping himself filled the entire car. He took his dick out easily because of
the absence of underwear. He gripped himself and started jacking it fast. He
had no choice because Rick was not stopping this car in the danger zone, and
they were almost at the end of the road.
Rick kept glancing over, struggling to peel his eyes away from the scene before
him. Carl’s scent was strong in the car, even with the window open.
Rick was combatting his own hardness at this point, but he couldn’t afford to
let it get uncontrollable or he’d have to turn this car back around. Carl was
panting and thrusting up into his hand, only stopped by the seatbelt. His free
arm searched for Rick for support, his nails gripping into Rick’s jean-clad
thigh.
Carl moaned, and the scent in the car got stronger. Rick was using every trick
in the book to make his erection go away. He looked out at the zombies filling
the defensive spikes outside the fences, and that seemed to work.
Daryl was calling for the gates to be opened, and Carl wiped his hand on the
bottom of his seat, and stuffed himself back into his pants.
Rick was so far gone, he didn’t care if Carl was “off-limits”. He wasn’t going
to resist anymore. He hadn’t really been doing well anyways.
The group crowded around them, as they exited the car. Immediately hurrying to
unload the car.
“What took you so long?” Carol asked.
Carl looked to Rick who stepped up, “On the way back we got stopped by a
massive herd and had ta’ back track around a ways.”
Daryl clambered down from the watch tower. He clapped Rick on the back and went
to examine the haul. He didn’t ask why a pile of wet clothes was in the back
seat.
--
After everyone dispersed with their load and consequential duties, Rick was
left to watch. He sat up in the tower, looking over the vast country sprawl.
The small groups of walkers, and the expanse of trees, interrupted only by the
seldom call of a bird or two.
He thought over the past few weeks. His thoughts rested on Carl. What the hell
was he doing? It had started so innocently. Just some bad timing that led to
awkwardness and then advice. Sometime in there Rick had started to internalize
his son’s feelings a little too strongly. His dad at talked to him about
jacking off, and his body. Then that was it. he had taken father and son
bonding to a whole other level. He didn’t want to go there in his mind, because
Carl was obviously a minor—if that meant anything anymore—but Carl had let him.
Carl touched him. Carl asked him. Carl looked at him. how could he deny his son
what he obviously wanted?
He sat in the outer portion of the lookout until it got a little too chilly,
and then moved to the inside. Daryl came up not too long after.
“Thanks,” Rick greeted, making to leave.
“Rick,” Daryl said, implying a question was to follow.
“Yeah?”
“What happened today?” Daryl asked.
Rick froze, “What do you mean?”
Daryl chuckled, “The wet clothes.”
“Oh,” Rick exhaled in relief, “We went swimming in a lake Carl found on the
map. He wanted to go. I never meant to take so long. It was foolish of me to
not stick to the plan.”
Daryl held his hands up, “It’s cool, I get it. I woulda stopped for a swim too
if things looked secure.”
Rick nodded, “I can show you where it is, if you want,” Rick tried to end the
discussion.
Daryl shrugged, “I could find it.”
They laughed lightheartedly and Rick made to leave for a second time.
“You know that car stinks like sex,” Daryl commented.
Rick looked like a dear in headlights.
“I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but you should think it through next time.
People get awful touchy with things like that if you know what I mean.”
Rick thought Daryl was done, but then he continued. He pulled something out of
his pocket, and handed it to him. the lube.
“Found this in your pockets, thought you might need it,” Daryl said nicely,
with an undertone of sarcasm.
Rick gritted his teeth and nodded sharply, finally leaving. He didn’t know what
Daryl knew exactly, and it wasn’t like he could plead his case. “Oh, no, I
didn’t fuck him, I just watched him jack himself off. I was just trying to
help.” It was all bad. Rick tugged at his hair as he walked back through the
gates and finally into the cellblock.
He crawled into bed and tried to sort out his thoughts once more.
--
Rick awoke with a start, gripping the gun he kept by his head, just in case. He
looked into the darkness and could make out a silhouette standing in his cell
at the foot of the bed.
“Who’s there?” Rick asked, not wanting to shoot the danger until he was certain
of its humanity status.
“It’s me, dad,” Carl whispered.
Rick sighed and lay back down. There was no exact time anymore, so Rick didn’t
know if it was midnight or 4 in the morning. The absence of time was always
simultaneously terrifying and exciting. Everything was approximate now.
“What is it?” Rick asked groggily.
Carl silently walked over to stand closer to Rick’s bunk, “I can’t sleep.”
Rick scooted over and made room for his son. It reminded him of earlier times
when Carl was just a little kid, joining him and Lori in the night because of a
bad dream. Now everything seemed like a bad dream. Rick thought better after
Carl crawled in next to him; he wanted Carl closest to the wall in case there
was a breach and he could protect him.
“Carl, switch sides,” Rick suggested.
Carl sighed exasperatedly and crawled over his dad, bony elbows and knees
digging into Rick’s body.
“Ow,” Rick muttered.
Carl chuckled and then silence washed over the cell once again.
A minute later, Carl whispered, “Can I touch you this time?”
Carl was tucked into Rick’s side, one arm lying across his bare chest, and
Rick’s arm around his waist. Their legs tangled together.
Rick placed his hand over Carl’s once again, and moved it downwards, under the
blanket that covered them. Rick removed his hand to slide down his boxers, and
Carl’s hand continued, dragging through Rick’s chest hair and trail, eventually
tangling into the hair at the base of his cock.
Carl pressed his body closer, and gripped his father firmly. Rick hardened in
his son’s hands instantaneously. He thrust up into his exploring hand. Rick
could feel Carl’s dick pressing into his side, too.
The boy started to move his hand up and down, mimicking what Rick had taught
him before. He could feel is own precome being spread up and down his cock,
easing the friction.
“Get your pants off, Carl,” Rick commanded quietly, moving to grab the lube he
had resting by his gun. Good thing Daryl couldn’t mind his own business. He
took off his boxers and settled back into the bed.
Carl immediately obliged and scrambled to remove his pants and shirt.
Fortunately the moon was shining directly into the window across the cell so he
could see, it filtered dimly through the sheet that hung in the doorway. The
moonlight made Carl’s smooth skin look even more beautiful. His own shot wound
just a dusty shadow in the dark.
Rick guided his son to lie down, hovering over him with his hands on either
side of the boy’s body, kissing over his chest—concentrating on the bullet
wound, “I never said anything about yours when you were admirin’ mine,” he
punctuated his words with another kiss to the scar, “I don’t like to see yours
‘cause it hurts too much,” Rick whispered.
Carl kept his arms at his side, now knowing what to do with them. He’d never
done anything like this before.
“I like mine, it makes me look cool,” Carl smiled.
Rick shook his head, “I love you, Carl.”
“I love you too, Dad.”

Rick could hear those words all day, and it wouldn’t be enough.
“Wrap yours arms around me, son,” Rick suggested, fully lowering his body onto
Carl’s and wrapping his own arms around the boy, effectively cradling him
beneath him.
Rick kissed him on the mouth, slipping his tongue into it, and feeling around
the new territory. Carl responded eagerly, licking into Rick’s own mouth in
return.
Rick started to thrust slowly against Carl, rubbing his erection over the
boy’s.
Carl brought his hips up to meet the sensation, and kissed Rick with even more
fervor.
The man moved his lips from Carl’s mouth to his ear to whisper, “Will you let
me fuck you?”
“Will it hurt?”
“Probably,” Rick admitted, “If I do it right, and you relax. It’ll be just
fine, son.”
“Okay, do it,” Carl said, seeing it as a challenge.
Rick sat back on his knees and pulled Carl down on the bed, pushing his legs
apart and up.
He leaned down to open Carl up, putting his mouth on him. He licked into Carl’s
hole, holding on his thighs. Carl’s breathing spiked and he grabbed for a
pillow to put over his face. It was too much. Rick licked into him, wiggling
and swirling his tongue around, easing the muscle apart so it would open up for
his cock. Carl was thrusting up into his mouth uncontrollably, his dick
leaking, trailing onto Rick’s tongue. The man stuck his tongue deeper into the
hole and Carl was coming, falling limply back down onto the bed. Rick dragged
his tongue up Carl’s sensitive dick and over the spatters of come on his
stomach, cleaning him off.
“Dad,” Carl breathed.
“I know,” Rick brushed Carl’s hair out of his face, “Get ready.”
Rick slipped a finger into the loosened hole, moving it back and forth
slowly—stretching the tight orifice. Before he added a second finger, he
squeezed some of the lubricant directly onto Carl’s ass. Carl felt full with
the addition, but he handled it, his muscles clamping down around his father’s
fingers.
After a third, Rick was whispering encouragements into Carl’s ear, and drawing
soothing circles on the boy’s skin, trying to sooth the feeling of intrusion.
 “Are you okay?” Rick asked.
Carl nodded, “Keep going.”
Rick was unbelievably hard. He had been doing this half on auto-pilot so he
wouldn’t overload his senses and come before he even got to the best part. He
was back online, and Carl’s stretched ass was waiting for him, shining with the
lube he had applied.
He gripped his cock and took a breath before sliding in. Carl’s mouth was wide
open, and his eyes blown. Rick clamped a hand over the boy’s mouth to stop the
moan that threatened to escape.
Rick rested for a few seconds before sliding back out, and rocking in gently.
Carl’s arms were around him—fingernails digging into the flesh on his back.
Rick kissed Carl softly on the mouth, flicking his tongue in.
With Carl getting used to it, and his erection noticeable between their
sweating bodies, Rick picked up the pace. He slammed into the boy, the bed
creaking and his balls slapping viciously in the silent cell. Someone must be
able to hear, but he didn’t care. It was between him and Carl now.
Carl’s ass was tight around his cock, and the warmth was too much to deal with
for too long. He kept changing angles until Carl’s body clenched even tighter
around him. With a specific target to hit, Rick moved forward, repeatedly
hitting his son’s prostate. He was practically whimpering from the overwhelming
sensations.
After a few more thrusts, Carl was coming again, biting down on his hand to
silence himself. Rick could feel the boy’s orgasm around his aching dick, and
he came, clinging to Carl almost painfully.
He remained there until he mustered the energy to move off of Carl, getting off
the bed to put his clothes back on and grab some paper towel for Carl’s chest.
“Carl?” Rick asked, hovering over the bed
Carl was back on the far side of the bed, looking up at the ceiling with his
hands resting on his chest. Carl looked at him and smiled, “That was amazing.”
Rick smiled. The guilt was still there, but it was realizing quite quickly that
it wasn’t welcome. There was nothing to feel guilty about. They wanted each
other. They found each other in this messy, cruel world. He wasn’t going to
give Carl up for anything or anyone.
After Carl had fallen asleep and Rick closed his eyes—remaining just on the
precipice of sleep so he was constantly prepared, both of them were a little
more at ease.
Carl was wrapped around Rick, clinging to him tightly. Maybe because of the
warm feeling of his boy in his arms, Rick finally let himself fall asleep too.
The next time his mind found consciousness, Rick heard the sounds of the
cellblock coming alive to begin the day. Daryl came in from the night watch to
get his sleep, and Glenn was trading places with him. Beth was walking around
with Judith, and Carol collecting clothes to begin the wash. Hershel and Maggie
were talking quietly at the table.
Carl was still beside him, sleeping soundly.
 
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