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  Rating:
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  Archive Warning:
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  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Ron, Carl_Grimes/Enid, Carl/Ron, Carl/Enid, Ron/Enid
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Rick_Grimes, Michonne_(Walking_Dead), Daryl_Dixon, Glenn
      Rhee, Beth_Greene, Maggie_Greene, Hershel_Greene, Gareth_(Walking_Dead),
      Philip_Blake_|_The_Governor, Lori_Grimes, Shane_Walsh, Enid_(Walking
      Dead), Ron_(Walking_Dead), Judith_Grimes
  Additional Tags:
      Prompt_Fic, Oneshot, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Threesome, Underage_-_Freeform,
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Sex, Smut, Porn_With_Plot, Porn_with_Feelings,
      Post-Traumatic_Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD, Trauma, Panic_Attack, Mental
      Breakdown, Hurt, Comfort, anguish, Friendship, Romantic_Friendship,
      Voyeurism
  Series:
      Part 1 of Walking_Dead_Request_Fics
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-30 Words: 6999
****** What Friends Are For ******
by Sarcosuchas
Summary
     After getting settled into Alexandria, Carl finds himself struggling
     with the lingering effects of his traumatic experiences. Not only
     that but he is also questioning his sexuality and struggling with his
     attraction to both Enid and Ron. Unfortunately, they're in a
     relationship. Can they help Carl get through it all? Isn't that what
     friends are for?
     Prompt fic and requested oneshot.
Notes
     So this fic was a request from AmbroseViolence.
     The request was as follows:
     Rating: Explicit
     Bi-Carl/Bi-Ron/Enid - Carl, Ron and Enid are all hanging around about
     a week after Carl and the others arrived. Ron starts to joke around
     about how Alexandria is indestructible.
     Carl gets paranoid and suffers a panic attack, freaking him out,
     after Ron calms him down, Carl breaks down about not being able to
     live in this world because everything falls apart, because he is
     having flashbacks of the prison.
     Carl gets cheered up by the two, and Carl admits he just wants love
     and to be happy... too which Enid and Ron just smuttingly just love
     him up.
     Hopefully I was able to deliver something worthwhile in 2 days.
The sun beamed down through the gaps in the clouds onto the streets and houses
of Alexandria. The community itself was an oasis in the desert of the
apocalyptic world. Big steel walls, fresh food and water, electricity and jobs.
It was a blast from the past, a remnant of the world that came before and a
promise to the world of the future. Society could still rise again. The human
species was resilient and adaptable and that’s what Alexandria represented.
Above all, it represented hope.
It was yet another hot summer day and Carl was grateful to have a change of
clothes. He strolled down the street in a fresh pair of jeans and a chequered
shirt with the top buttons left undone so the breeze could flow through it. His
dad’s sheriff hat rested on his head as it usually did and his knife was still
sheathed on his belt. He refused to let himself get too relaxed even in a place
of safety. It was easy to let it happen, given that everyone had jobs and Carl
himself was attending school again, something he found very strange, somewhat
unnecessary but at the same time refreshing.
Carl waved to his dad as the hardened leader went on his morning patrol as the
constable of Alexandria. Despite the picturesque nature of the place, he knew
it was far from perfect. Tara was in the infirmary, still unconscious after the
supply run went wrong and took the lives of Aiden and Noah. Carl knew his
father resented Deanna and her people for being too weak and ignorant to do
things his way. He just hoped that would change in time without more bloodshed.
As Carl reached the corner of the street he remembered that not everything was
negative. Apart from the pre-apocalypse facilities they were gifted with in
Alexandria, he had also been able to make friends his own age for the first
time in a long time. Nicholas’ son, Mikey along with Jessie’s son Ron and the
mysterious girl from outside the walls, Enid. Mikey and Ron, much like their
parents, were ignorant to the horrors of the outside world. They had seen the
beginning but were incapable of imagining how much worse it had truly become.
Their ignorance made them weak and if anything happened they would be a
liability.
Carl knew they didn’t have to know. If the walls remained standing and the
community really did survive there would be no need to worry ever again.
Unfortunately, past experiences with the CDC, Hershel’s farm, the prison and
Noah’s community told Carl differently. Nothing lasted forever. Nothing lasted
anymore. It was a constant race against the clock in a game of life or death in
which death usually emerged the victor in some way or another. Carl shook his
head of the dark thoughts as he walked up to the porch of one of the many
houses in Alexandria. He made his way to the door and gave it a couple strong
knocks. After a few seconds the front door opened and he was greeted with the
smiling face of Jessie.
“Carl! Ron told me you would be coming round.” Jessie greeted as cheerfully as
ever. “Please, come in.”
Carl smiled as he stepped into the house with Jessie closing the door behind
him. She was always such a cheerful, energetic woman and he could tell she was
a good mother. He was slowly starting to understand why his dad had tried to
kiss her at the welcoming party when no one else was watching. Carl was
watching. Just as his father had told him at the church, he could never let his
guard down.
“Ron and Enid are upstairs.” Jessie told him, interrupting his thoughts. “Go on
up and have some fun. I’ll bring you all some food later.”
Carl thanked her for the hospitality and made his way up the stairs. He was
truly grateful to have the opportunity to have friends and to be able to enjoy
life like someone his age normally would have had it not been for the world
ending. For a long time he assumed these kinds of experiences would only exist
in his most pleasant dreams. They were a reality now and he cherished every
moment.
Ron, despite his ignorance to the world, was a great guy who Carl had bonded
with very quickly. They shared a similar sense of humour and had the same taste
in videogames. Then again, given that the only videogames Carl had ever played
were at Alexandria he didn’t have much to compare them to.
Enid was different. She had originally been very closed off and mysterious but
over time Carl had got to know her. They were both very similar. She knew what
life outside the walls was like but refused to talk about her past because it
was too traumatic for her. Carl couldn’t blame her, he was much the same and
often preferred not to dwell on the painful past too much.
Carl reached the top of the stairs and made his way along the short hallway to
Ron’s bedroom. Before he could reach it, however, he spotted Ron and Enid on
the bed. Their lips were locked together and their eyes were closed as Enid’s
hands travelled up Ron’s back under his shirt. Carl felt like his feet had been
nailed to the floor and his mouth taped shut. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t
move. Carl wasn’t used to seeing them be so intimate and it reminded him of how
alone he often felt. How empty his bed felt without someone to cuddle up to
each night.
Carl knew they had just gotten affectionate while waiting for him to arrive, he
had been running a little late because he stopped by to check on Tara. He still
hadn’t expected to see them making out so passionately in front of him, as if
they were taunting him by showing him what he lacked in his life yet so
desperately wanted. Feeling a painful tightness in his chest, he decided to
just leave them to it and managed to spin on the spot and head back down the
stairs.
Ron has spotted him leaving out the corner of his eye. “Carl?!”
Carl ignored his friend calling his name and rushed for the front door. Jessie
was nowhere to be seen which meant she was likely round the back with Sam. Carl
let out a quick sigh of relief, at least he wouldn’t have to explain to her why
he was rushing out the door two minutes after he had been welcomed in. He
slammed the door behind him.
Carl didn’t look back nor did he check his surroundings as he hurriedly walked
down the street away from Ron’s house. His destination was his own house. He
just wanted to go back to his bed and curl up in it until he fell asleep so he
could forget all about what he had just seen. At least when he was asleep he
didn’t have to feel the pain of loneliness. There was another painful feeling
welling up inside him as he thought about Ron and Enid. Carl was disgusted with
himself once he figured out what the feeling was. It was jealousy. He was
jealous of his friends.
Carl knew they wouldn’t understand what the problem was. Ron and Enid had each
other and every day he was forced to endure their relationship in front of him.
A constant taunt towards his own misfortune and his hidden emotions. The last
person he had been interested in was Beth. The young farmer’s daughter who was
the sweetest, most gentle person Carl had ever met. He had hoped something
could have happened between them. That was all prevented when Dawn blew her
brains all over the hospital’s hallway ceiling. Feeling tears sting at his
eyes, Carl rushed for the gates. He didn’t want anyone to see him crying so he
would just find a quiet place in the woods to sit and be alone. It wasn’t like
he had to be anywhere and Ron and Enid were too busy to miss him.
 
The woods provided much more shade and cover from the sun’s intense rays thanks
to all the branches and leaves above. The only sounds in the woodland were the
rustle of the leaves in the breeze, the tweeting of birds and the quiet sobs of
Carl. The boy was grateful that Sasha was out in the woods hunting walkers as
it allowed him to sit undisturbed by any of the awful monstrosities. He wiped
his eyes with the back of his hand as his crying came to a slow stop. His body
had a limited tear supply and refused to cry anymore.
The sudden and loud snap of a twig made Carl jump and turn around. He stood
with his knife at the ready, instinct and adrenaline kicking in as he prepared
to kill the approaching walker. The source of the sound wasn’t a walker.
Standing in between two trees and staring right back at him was Enid.
“Knew I’d find you out here.” She commented as she walked over to him.
Carl sheathed his knife and sat back down on the log he had been using as a
seat for an hour. Enid sat down next to him, closer than she usually would and
rested her hands on her knees. She leaned forward and stared at his face,
irritating him and forcing him to stare back at her though he did so without
uttering a single word.
“What’s wrong?” Enid asked softly.
“Doesn’t matter.” Carl retorted, avoiding the subject. “It’s stupid anyway.”
“No, it isn’t.” She countered. “You’re upset. Why?”
“I don’t want to be alone anymore. I want someone I can be happy with too.”
Carl explained with a sigh as he stared at the leaf littered ground. “I’m sick
of seeing others have what I’ve always wanted.”
Enid wrapped an arm around Carl’s shoulders causing him to flinch slightly. He
had to remember the contact was friendly and nothing more. She wasn’t making
any kind of move or inviting him to do so either. She was with Ron. She
belonged to Ron and nothing would change that.
“You need to relax, Carl. You’ll get to meet a girl who will adore you.” Enid
told him before pausing to think. “Or a guy, you know, if you’re into guys. You
never said.”
“Guys?” Carl questioned. “What makes you say that?”
“Well, Ron likes guys and girls.” Enid explained. “I’m pretty sure Mikey is gay
too, he caught me with my top off once and didn’t even react.”
Carl blushed at the mental image that Enid had just given him. He didn’t need
to be thinking about her topless when she was sitting so close to him. It
wasn’t the time or the place.
Enid rubbed his back. “So there’s plenty of time to find someone, okay?”
Carl nodded slowly and finally turned to look at her. “Okay.”
“You’ll find someone. You’re too cute to be ignored.” Enid complimented him
with a smirk as she stood up.
Carl blushed at the compliment. Did she like him or was she just being
friendly? Should he say something back? He didn’t know. He had never been in
any intimate situations before so he was completely lost.
“Thanks for the advice.” Carl finally responded.
Enid smiled back at him and winked. “That’s what friends are for.”
 
The rain pelted down around them, turning the grass into a mix of green and
dark mud. The fences swayed in the high winds as lighting illuminated the dark
sky and thunder crashed around them. On the other side of the prison fences,
the Governor stood with Michonne’s katana against the throat of a kneeling
Hershel. Carl watched as his father tried to plead for a compromise that would
spare Hershel’s life.
“We’re not too far gone. We get to come back.” Rick pleaded. “We all can
change.”
The Governor glared at him through his one remaining eye and considered the
proposal. He looked at the sword and pulled it away slowly.
“Liar!” He hissed and swung the sword.
The sword cut into Hershel’s neck and went straight through, chopping his head
clean off his shoulders as it fell to the ground and his decapitated body
collapsed to the ground. Rick screamed in horror and opened fire as he ran for
cover, missing most of his shots.
To Carl’s right, Beth and Maggie both screamed in terror and grief at seeing
their father killed in front of them. Before Carl could stop either of them
they ran down the dirt path towards the Governor’s army. Spotting their
approach through the heavy rain, the Governor pulled out his pistol and shot
them both in the head one after another, their bodies crashing to the ground.
Carl wailed in anguish at seeing the entire family slaughtered by the Governor.
An explosion behind him blew him onto his front as large chunks of debris
crashed around him. The Governor’s tank was firing at the prison, blowing holes
in it as it drove over the fences and over the bodies of Hershel, Maggie and
Beth. Carl got to his feet and aimed his rifle in anger, opening fire at the
psychopath below. The lightning flashed brightly, blinding him momentarily and
forcing him to close his eyes.
When Carl opened his eyes he was no longer at the prison. He was on a set of
train tracks and was knelt down on the wet ground. The rain was still pelting
down and the thunder was as loud as ever. The wind blew his hat off his head
and into the darkness of the surrounding woodland. Another flash of lightning
revealed Glenn and Daryl who were knelt down, bound and gagged, in front of a
trough. Behind them, Gareth from Terminus stood, smiling sadistically at Carl.
The bald man swung his baseball bat, the wood clanging loudly against the back
of Glenn’s skull forcing him to lurch forward over the trough. The other man
grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head before slitting his throat, the
blood spraying all over Carl’s face. Daryl was panicking and trying desperately
to get free, his eyes pleading to Carl for help but the boy couldn’t move. He
too was bound and held in place. The bald man swung again and struck Daryl on
the back of the skull forcing him forward just like Glenn. The other man pulled
him up by his long hair and slit his throat, the blood spraying over Carl’s
face again.
“You know, it’s been a while since we’ve had Asian food.” Gareth joked
malevolently.
Another blinding flash of light streaked across the sky followed by loud
thunder, forcing Carl to close his eyes again as they stung from the sudden
bright light. When he tentatively opened them as they still stung from the
lighting flash he was in the front street of Alexandria. The rain continued to
pelt down from the dark sky.
A loud crash sounded to his left as the front gate was knocked down by a large
tank. On either side of the tank’s turret stood the Governor and Gareth. The
tank fired at several houses, those of the group, of Nicholas and Mikey and
lastly of Ron’s family. Carl screamed as he watched their burnt bodies fly
through the air before landing in the street.
Walkers poured in the front gate, ignoring the tank as Rick ran for cover with
Judith in his arms. Before Carl could rush to help, he watched in horror as the
Governor shot Michonne in the head. He jumped down off the tank, picked up her
sword and snuck up on Rick. Carl tried to call out to his father but a loud
roar of thunder drowned him out.
In time with a violent flash of lightning, the Governor shoved the katana
through Rick’s back and out through his chest. Blood erupted from Rick’s mouth
as he dropped Judith to the ground, her head smacking hard off the concrete.
The Governor left the sword in Rick’s body and pushed him over as blood poured
from the wound.
Carl shrieked in terror as he witnessed his father die in front of him. He felt
like he was going to be sick as Gareth lifted Judith off the floor and snapped
her neck, smiling as he did so. Carl wanted to avenge his family and friends
but he didn’t have any weapons on him. The Governor and Gareth stared at him
and made their way towards him.
Tears ran down Carl’s face as he turned and ran away from the two demons. All
around him were walkers, dead bodies and flaming buildings. It was chaos and no
one was spared from the most violent deaths imaginable. Three figures stood in
the distance that Carl recognised. Dale, Shane and the unforgettable figure of
his mother, Lori. He dashed towards them, hoping they could help him, hoping he
could be safe with them.
Horror overtook his whole body again when he got close to them. All of their
faces were rotting and decaying as they snarled at him. They were all walkers
and before he could get away his mother’s hungry corpse pinned him down and
ripped into his flesh as he howled in fear and pain.
 
Carl shot up in his bed, throwing the covers off himself as if they were a
walker as cold sweat ran down his face, his hair and pillow damp. He panted
heavily and his voice was sore as if he had been shouting. It was still dark. A
sound slowly registered to his senses that someone was speaking. He turned his
head and found his father staring at him with deep concern.
“Carl? Carl, it’s okay.” Rick told him as Carl wrapped his arms around his
father. “You’re okay, you were having a nightmare.”
Carl cried into his father’s shoulder for the first time since the prison was
destroyed, his body shaking with each sob.
“It’s okay. I’m here.” Rick tried to sooth him, rubbing his son’s back.
“I’m sorry.” Carl whimpered into Rick’s shoulder.
“Sorry?” Rick repeated, perplexed. “Sorry for what?”
“For being weak and waking you.” Carl explained as he tried to calm himself
down, his breathing uneven.
“You didn’t wake me.” Rick told him just as he noticed his father was wearing
his uniform. “And you’re not weak. Everyone has nightmares.”
“I guess.” Carl muttered, hanging his head low.
“You gonna be okay or do you want me to stay?” Rick asked his son. He may have
responsibilities but being a father came first.
Carl shook his head. “No, it’s okay.”
Rick nodded and embraced Carl once more before leaving his room and heading out
the house. There was a long day ahead as he had to deal with Carol’s suspicions
about Pete.
Carl remained in bed a little longer. Despite the whole thing having been a
nightmare he couldn’t shake the sense of dread he got every time he looked out
the window. Could that have been the last hug he’d ever get from his dad? He
had no way of knowing until he knew.
 
Later on in the day, after he had calmed himself down, Carl was back round at
Ron’s house. Pete was out taking care of Tara and Jessie was out with her
youngest son, Sam. They had the house to themselves and it would be like that
for most of the day. None of them were complaining.
Enid sat back on Ron’s bed with her legs out straight while she read a book.
She had been an avid reader before the apocalypse and had remained so during
it. There was no shortage of books in Alexandria and she had requested to the
supply runners to look out for any on occasion. Carl and Ron were sitting on
the floor with their backs against the foot of the bed while they played Call
of Duty on the Xbox 360.
Carl found it very strange to be playing a videogame on an Xbox in a house
after everything he had been through. However, he knew better than to let the
strangeness of it ruin the joy of the experience itself. He and Ron would laugh
at their reactions when they either killed each other or the computer
controlled opponents got one of them, which was very frequently due to its
unfair advantage of auto-aim.
As they played, Carl couldn’t help the voice in his head that nagged at him
about Ron. He was a great friend, he was a lot of fun to be around and a really
nice guy. Unfortunately he was weak as he never even wanted to talk about the
walkers let alone learn how to deal with them. His dad had always dealt with
any reanimated corpses.
“You really should learn to handle walkers.” Carl commented as they prepared
another round.
“I don’t need to though.” Ron countered with a shrug.
“Why not?” Carl asked incredulously as the round began.
“Because this place is indestructible.” Ron replied with a grin as he focused
more on playing.
This place is indestructible.The words echoed in Carl’s mind as he started
losing focus on the game. He had thought the same thing about the prison until
the Governor had torn down the walls with cannon fire from a tank. Nowhere was
indestructible. The walls of Alexandria could come down and if they did it
would be just like in his nightmare.
Carl’s heart started pounding in his chest as his body shook. A horrible,
stabbing pain erupted in his chest as he thought about the nightmare and the
horrible memories he had. His mother’s screams as she was cut open by Maggie
before he had to shoot her in the head. A computer controlled solider killed
him. The night he witnessed his father stab Shane and kill him before Carl put
his reanimated corpse down. He managed to get a kill streak. That one walker he
had messed around with only for it to rip Dale open. Ron managed to gun him
down. The Governor swinging Michonne’s katana and nearly decapitating Hershel
right in front of their eyes, the sweetest, wisest man he had ever known. A
claymore blew him up. Daryl carrying Beth’s lifeless body out of the hospital
after Dawn shot her in the head. Carl’s breathing became erratic. Daryl’s
throat being slit open in his nightmare. He started sweating again. Glenn’s
head being smashed in before his throat also got slit in the nightmare. The
pain in his chest intensified. The Governor shooting Michonne in the head in
his nightmare. Carl started crying as his body shook. The Governor stabbing his
dad and killing him in his nightmare before destroying Alexandria. Carl dropped
the controller.
Ron turned his head when he heard the controller clatter on the wooden floor.
That’s when he noticed the state Carl was in. The young lad was sobbing, tears
streaming down his face as his body shook. A cold sweat had broken out on his
forehead and he was grimacing in pain.
“Carl, dude, are you okay?” Ron asked, touching his shoulder.
Carl flinched violently at the contact but otherwise didn’t respond. His eyes
stared ahead blankly as all the horrendous images flooded through his mind.
Alexandria wasn’t indestructible and he was going to lose everyone he ever
cared about. It was a matter of time. It was going to happen and he couldn’t
stop it.
“Enid, help me get him on the bed.” Ron ordered quickly. “I think he’s having
some kind of breakdown.”
“Shouldn’t you get your dad?” Enid suggested as she helped Ron lift the shaking
Carl onto the bed.
“No, we can handle this.” Ron countered, preferring not to give the real
reason.
Enid rushed to the nearest bathroom and ran a cloth under a cold tap before
bringing it back to Carl. She placed it on his forehead gently as they both
tried to get Carl’s attention. For Carl they were just distant, muffled sounds
as all he could hear were the screams and the gunshots. Enid stroked Carl’s
head and hair softly, trying to comfort him while Ron held his hand, squeezing
it in an attempt to get some kind of reaction.
Gradually, Carl’s breathing returned to normal. The sweating stopped and the
pain faded. His sobbing also stopped and he was able to focus again. Carl was
slightly confused as to how he got on the bed and why Enid and Ron were sitting
on either side of him, looking down at his face.
“You okay there, buddy?” Ron asked him with a friendly smile.
Carl closed his eyes as he tried to get his bearings. “I think so. What
happened?”
“You had a breakdown.” Enid told him. “Something triggered it.”
Carl sighed and tried to think about what had triggered the panic attack. Then
he remembered Ron’s words. This place is indestructible.Carl held his forehead
with one of his hands, rubbing his temple.
“I always lose people, so many people have died and I couldn’t stop it.” Carl
told them hesitantly. “I’m scared the same will happen here because you don’t
get it.”
“Don’t get what?” Ron asked, confused.
“This place isn’t indestructible!” Carl snarled. “Those walls will come down
one day and everyone’s going to die.”
“You don’t know that.” Ron tried to relax him.
“I do! It always happens!” Carl retorted loudly. “It happened at the farm, at
the prison and it’ll happen here. And when it does I’ll be alone again!”
“You won’t be alone.” Enid tried to sooth him. “Most of your people have
survived so far, I’m sure most of them will keep surviving.”
“You two don’t get it because you have each other!” Carl continued, his
emotions in full swing. “I have to watch it every day and I can’t stand it!”
“What do you mean?” Enid asked.
Carl froze. He had gotten so worked up that he hadn’t been thinking. He had
just let it slip that her and Ron being together bothered him. He held his
hands up to his eyes and tilted his head back, groaning loudly in frustration.
“Carl, dude, are you jealous?” Ron asked bluntly.
“It’s okay to be honest, Carl.” Enid added to try and make it more comfortable.
Carl nodded without looking at them. “I’m jealous because you have each other.”
“You like Enid too?” Ron asked in surprise.
Carl blushed as he looked back at them. He had sank this far down so he might
as well keep digging.
“Yeah but that’s not exactly it.” Carl answered cryptically.
“But that’s why you ran out the other day, right?” Enid asked. “You were
jealous?”
Carl didn’t know how to react, he half shook his head and half nodded. He could
tell this just confused his two friends even more.
“I’m jealous because you have each other.” Carl explained slowly, his voice
shaking anxiously. “I left because I…I liked it.”
“You liked watching us?” Ron questioned, taken aback by the revelation.
“I like both of you, okay?” Carl finally admitted with an exasperated sigh.
“And I’m scared because I always lose everything! I just want to relax! I want
to love! I want to be happy for once!”
Enid grabbed hold of one of Carl’s hands and squeezed it gently. “You’re not
going to lose us. We’re not going anywhere.”
Carl didn’t look convinced. He knew there was no way they could ever promise
that.
“Carl, I can change.” Ron suggested. “Maybe you and your dad can show me how to
kill the dead freaks?”
Carl nodded, still grimacing from the dull but painful throb in his chest from
the stress and anguish rushing through him.
“We’re your friends, Carl.” Enid told him with a gentle smile. “And we’ll help
you with anything.”
Carl narrowed his eyes in confusion. He wasn’t sure why her tone of voice had
changed on the last word and what exactly she was getting at. He didn’t need to
ponder it for long because Enid smiled at him before leaning over and pulling
Ron towards her. Enid locked lips with Ron and allowed his tongue entry into
her mouth as they both closed their eyes.
Carl couldn’t believe what they were doing. Is this what Enid had meant by
anything? That they would let him watch by putting on a show for him. Carl
swallowed nervously as his eyes remained fixated on them. He would be lying if
he said it wasn’t incredibly exciting to watch. They broke apart and smiled at
him together, their eyes a little darker than before.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Enid asked him with an almost sinister smirk.
Carl blushed and nodded nervously. “Um…yeah…I never had anyone to…”
Enid placed her finger on his lips to silence him. “Sh. It’s okay.”
She traced her finger down from his lips, down his chin and onto his chest. Her
finger then travelled down his chest to his stomach before stopping at his belt
buckle. Carl’s legs felt weak as his body shook a little, though this time it
was from excitement instead of stress.
Enid glanced at Ron before returning her gaze to the red faced Carl. “We’re
going to take the pain away.”
Carl didn’t know what to say and was quickly lost for words when Enid pulled
her top off, revealing her creamy skin and black bra. He bit his lip at the
sight as he felt himself getting even more excited. He noticed Ron do the same,
revealing his athletic torso. Carl gasped loudly when Ron’s hand pressed
against his hardness that was hidden beneath his jeans. Ron smirked before he
and Enid pulled Carl’s shirt off him, revealing his slim body.
Carl could swear the temperature in the room had gone up by over fifty degrees.
His face was bright red and his eyes were half lidded as he let out a low moan
when Ron and Enid both felt through his jeans for his concealed erection. Enid
stopped to remove her bra before bringing one of Carl’s hands up to her left
breast.
“You can feel us.” She told him, her voice thick with lust. “Just as we’re
feeling you.”
Carl swallowed heavily as Ron and Enid rubbed him through his jeans. Enid had
one of his hands on her breast, allowing him to feel the soft, perky mound in
his hand. Ron had Carl’s other hand on his own still clothed member, letting
Carl feel the hardness. It was such a strong contrast between the two, one hard
and one soft. As if on an unspoken command, both Enid and Ron leaned forward
and started kissing and licking at each side of Carl’s jaw and neck. The
sheriff’s son didn’t know what sounds to make or how to react.
“You wanna lose your virginity?” Enid whispered huskily in his ear.
“Or do you wanna watch us?” Ron whispered huskily in his other ear.
Carl hesitated on his answer. He could experience sex for the first time, just
like he had always been curious about and with someone he wanted to have it
with. Or he could watch the two people he was attracted to have sex in front of
him. They were asking him to pick between his two greatest fantasies at that
moment. He trusted them when they said that they would help him with anything
and that it was okay to be honest.
“Can we…um.” Carl swallowed thickly. “Can we do both?”
Both Ron and Enid seemed to be excited at that suggestion and nodded quickly.
They were also breathing heavily and were just as excited as Carl was. They
wouldn’t tell him but this was one of their fantasies as well as they had both
ended up liking the newcomer. They quickly rid themselves of their remaining
clothes and lay next to Carl on the bed.
It was clear that they managed to be sexually active quite often as Enid didn’t
need any preparation. She lay back on the bed as Ron hovered above her before
sliding his length inside her, earning a long, low moan from her. Carl was so
hard in his jeans that he was almost in agony from watching them. Right there
next to him one of his fantasies was happening for real.
Ron and Enid kissed each other strongly as Enid wrapped her arms around Ron’s
neck. He began thrusting into her slowly and gently at first but quickly
started to build a rhythm. They both breathed heavily and let out short gasps
and moans, Ron’s abdominal muscles flexing with each quick, hard thrust. The
pace of his thrusts increased as he angled them slightly differently, the new
angle evoking loud moans out of Enid each time the head of his member pressed
against a special spot inside her.
Carl watched as Enid wrapped her legs around Ron’s hips, begging him to thrust
faster and harder. Ron complied with the request, groaning and gasping with a
mix of pleasure and exertion. Carl felt his own erection throb hard in his
jeans at the sight, a wet patch forming on the inside of his boxers as the head
wept pre-cum. The display in front of him was indescribably hot and amazing and
it turned him on more than he had ever been in his life. His hand and
imagination could never hope to rival this.
Carl was mesmerised by the sexual show in front of him as Ron’s thrust as fast
and as hard as he could into Enid, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm. Both
of them were moaning loudly with Enid’s legs still locked round Ron’s hips and
her hands scratching at his back. Carl himself was moaning purely from the
effect that it was having on him, his whole body shook with excitement as his
hips bucked, his aching member desperate for contact.
“Fuck, Enid, I’m close!” Ron gasped out as his thrusts became uneven.
“Stop.” She told him, unhooking her legs from him so he could pull out.
Carl was confused why they had stopped just before the climax. He quickly
figured it was because of a lack of protection but that wasn’t the only reason.
Enid moved over and kneeled between Carl’s open legs and quickly undid his belt
buckle and jeans. Ron moved over and kissed Carl forcefully as Enid pulled off
his jeans and boxers, letting his erection bob free, pre-cum running slowly
down the shaft.
Ron kissed his way down Carl’s body, first his jaw, then his neck, nipping his
collarbones and nipples before kissing down to his waist. Ron kept his eyes
locked with Carl’s as he licked away the small beads of pre-cum from his
member, earning a loud gasp from Carl as he fisted the bedsheets.
Enid’s hands rubbed over Carl’s chest as she straddled him. “Still wanna lose
your virginity?”
Carl nodded furiously as his hardness throbbed with each rapid heartbeat. He
was far too consumed with desire to be embarrassed anymore. Enid smiled
devilishly before lowering herself onto his ardent shaft. Carl let out an
ecstatic moan as his head flew back and his eyes squeezed shut. The tight,
moist warmth of Enid around his hardened shaft was almost too much for him.
Out of instinct, Carl bucked his hips up and he felt the head of his erection
strike something inside Enid. The girl above him let out a surprised yelp of
pleasure before she started moving her hips, bouncing herself up and down on
his shaft. She panted from the pleasure, Ron had already brought her so close
to orgasm so she knew she couldn’t last long with Carl inside of her.
Carl gasped out Enid’s name, almost losing all coherency from the new, raw
pleasure shooting through his body like lightning strikes. He had never felt
anything remotely like this and could never have imagined it would feel so
good. He could feel his impending orgasm coiling in the pit of his stomach but
he tried to fight it. Carl was in the closest thing to heaven he could ever
hope to be in during the apocalypse and he did not want it to end just yet. He
was determined to last as long as possible so he could keep feeling this hot,
tight pleasure.
Carl grasped Enid’s hips and helped her by thrusting up to meet her downward
bounces. Both of them turned their heads to look at Ron who was watching them
intently, his hand having already drifted down to his still rock hard member so
he could stroke it in time with their thrusts. Noticing that he was keeping
their rhythm, Enid deliberately increased their tempo so that Ron would do the
same as he stroked himself. For Ron, that proved to be too much as he couldn’t
stop his hand from moving as fast as it could to bring him to an explosive
climax, his essence spilling over his hand and onto the bedsheets as he let out
a choked off moan.
Between watching Ron bring himself to orgasm and having Carl’s hard shaft
inside her, Enid also hit her own completion sooner than expected. She let out
a high pitched moan followed by Carl’s name as she climaxed around him, her
inner walls squeezing him tightly. Carl moaned as the pleasure around his shaft
spiked but sighed when it wasn’t enough to bring him to his own sexual nirvana.
Enid carefully lifted herself off of him and was surprised to notice that Carl
was still rock hard. His shaft was red and throbbing so he was clearly very
close and it would be torturous to leave him like that for much longer. She
shared a look with Ron before both of them descended on Carl.
Carl’s eyes widened in amazement as Ron and Enid licked either side of his
shaft. He felt like he would come right there and then just from that image
alone. They licked their way up to the head of his member, their tongues
dancing together as they teased the tip making Carl pant desperately. Each of
them took turns of taking him into their mouths, first Enid then Ron and they
repeated this pattern, each time they did they took him even further in. Carl
fought to keep his hips from bucking, still conscious enough to be wary of
choking either of them.
They both locked eyes with Carl before kissing next to his tip while they each
had a hand round his shaft. They stroked his shaft together as they continued
to kiss, breaking the kiss to steal the occasional lick before resuming their
lip lock. It was all too much for Carl and before he knew it his head was
spinning, his hips were bucking and he was crying out some unintelligible mix
of their names as he exploded into their then open mouths.
Carl panted for breath as his eyes remained screwed shut while Ron and Enid
licked his member clean. They then licked each other’s faces clean before
sharing a kiss that had Carl’s flavour mixed into it. Once they were done they
moved back up the bed and lay on either side of him as Carl slowly calmed down,
finally coming down from his intense sexual high.
None of them spoke. They were all wrapped up in their own thoughts. Ron and
Enid were in amazement that their dual fantasy of a threesome with Carl had
just became a reality for them. It was something they had spoken about
constantly after Carl’s first day in Alexandria but they had never imagined it
would happen. It had been something they would use to tease each other with and
turn each other on with.
Carl’s mind was relaxed for the first time since he arrived in Alexandria. The
nightmares and bad memories seemed so very, very far away as he lay in bed with
his two friends. They were more than friends but he didn’t have any other name
for them. He felt a strange sense of relaxation wash over him and he couldn’t
stop smiling. This was what sex was like. This was what being loved could feel
like. He knew he would be happy so long as he had Ron and Enid. Carl felt his
resolve strengthen. They would all work together, both groups, to make
Alexandria as close to indestructible as possible. Things could be different in
Alexandria and he was willing to fight to make it happen.
“Thank you.” Carl finally spoke, still breathing heavily. “For everything.”
Enid and Ron grinned at him before Enid answered him. “That’s what friends are
for.”
 
Boom and it’s done. This was quite a challenge as I like to flesh out
relationships and characters over multiple chapters instead of a few
paragraphs. I had little to go on with Ron’s personality and Enid is still very
much a mystery, hence why I took certain liberties with them.
This was also the first time I’ve ever written a threesome smut so if it’s bad
then I apologise on the grounds of inexperience.
Like I said above, this was a request from AmbroseViolence so I hope it was up
to expectations.
I’ll now be able to get back to continuing Search.
If you have any requests don’t be shy and feel free to send them in. I may not
get them done in 2 days like this one but you never know. The idea of giving
Carl some form of PTSD made this very easy to write for the most part but not
all requests will be like that, I’m sure.
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