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It had been the first supply run after Rick had essentially taken over Alexandria. Carl wished she could have gone with but knew that someone should stay back with Judith. And she hadn’t been alone, Michonne staying back with her. Carl could tell she was also wishing she could have gone with.
Carl appreciated it. Since they’d taken her in at the prison, Carl felt a bond with the older woman.
While her dad was gone, she’d taken to wearing one of the flannels in her closet. It still smelled like her. And while it was massive on Carl’s frame, much smaller than she should have been with the lack of food over the years, it was nice to have.
She was taken out of her thoughts by Judith’s cries. Having to hurry to find her younger sister, practically her daughter. Picking the toddler up and saying, “Ready for breakfast?” Heading for the kitchen and placing Judith in her high chair.
“Smells good,” Carl hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings, seemingly already getting used to the easy nature of Alexandria. Jumping out of her skin when Michonne spoke, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s fine,” Carl said finishing up the extremely simply breakfast. Her brain still having trouble wrapping around having a proper meal. Placing down three plates, glad she didn’t have to help Judith eat anymore but still feeling a small bit of an ache that she was getting so big. Wondering if this is how her own parents felt when she’d gotten older.
Her and Michonne talked about what they were planning for the day, how they slept and the like as they ate. A very calm start to their morning, something she was hoping she could get used to.
Their simple meals always meant less dishes than Carl remembered. Feeling like her mom was always doing dishes or talking about doing dishes. But there were only a handful. The only one she had to wait on being Judith who didn’t seem to be finished. Although it looked more like she was playing with her food than eating it. Sure that more was ending up on the floor than in her mouth. Carl just glad that it didn’t mean that she would have to go without food later.
The house was so quiet now. The only real noise being from Judith as she ate. From the books Carl had picked up from around Alexandria, she should be speaking at any point now. Carl tried to speak to her sister as much as she could, remembering some parenting book she’d found while scavenging after Judith was born. Reading that babies needed to be talked to.
But with how quiet the house was, the slight noise of the door opening rang through the house easily. Carl and Michonne both grabbing some form of defense without thinking. Carl a kitchen knife sitting on the counter and Michonne her sword always on her back. Both waiting for whatever was going to ruin the small amount of peace they’d created.
Both of them letting out a sigh of relief when it was just Rick walking into the room and asking, “Got room for another plate?”
“We already finished breakfast dad.” Carl said, but she still put down the knife and went over to hug her dad. Breathing in the scents of the outside world combining with her natural one. Her dad’s arms easily embracing her back with a small kiss to the top of her head.
“Well I’m starving so I need something to eat,” Her dad said, collapsing into one of the empty seats right next to Judith. The child barely looking up from the toy her food had become even as Rick reached up to run fingers through the thin soft blonde hair.
Carl didn’t have to think as she made another plate for her dad, grateful that they had enough here to have leftovers of any food. Enough that she would have had to put it away for another day if her dad hadn’t walked through the door. Setting it down in front of her, leaning down to press a kiss to her dad’s cheek, “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Well I have a few presents to pass around but after I eat.” Rick said as Carl sat down on the other side of Judith.
“Where’s Daryl?” Michonne asked, having calmed down herself from the small freakout of what they’d thought was a breaking of their small peace.
“Going to drop off what we found,” Rick said with a sigh, “I told him he could come in for what is a great breakfast and to clean up after everything but you know him.”
“He’ll be back soon,” Carl said, smiling at the small compliment. She didn’t have much to create any kind of food but she tried with what she had. Rick nodded but didn’t speak, too busy eating. Carl could only take enough of her dad’s compliments seeing how quickly she was eating.
While her dad ate, Carl got up and got Judith out of her chair. Listening to Michonne talking about what they did over the last few days as she cleaned Judith’s breakfast off her face and hands. They didn’t do much, her dad and Daryl hadn’t been gone for too long, but it was something to fill the silence. Carl set her sister down in the living room, surrounded by her various toys that Carl hadn’t gotten around to picking up after she’d gone to bed last night. A little too tired.
By the time she came back to join her dad and Michonne in the kitchen, her dad’s plate was empty. So empty Carl wondered if she’d licked the plate clean. But she grabbed the plate, washing that one as well. Finally finishing the dishes for the moment.
“So did you guys find anything fun?” Carl asked, sitting back down in her seat, able to see Judith perfectly in the living room. Wanting to make sure that she was safe.
Her dad smirked, turning slightly towards her, “Well I guess I did mention presents.” She got up, hands braced on her thighs for a moment, before she headed outside. Judith seemed to notice this one, looking over from where she was playing with an old set of blocks. They were a little beat up, something that had just been in the house when they’d gotten there. Judith seemed to enjoy playing with them.
Judith quickly went back to her blocks after seeing that Rick wasn’t coming over towards her. Not looking up when she came back into the house, a bag in hand. Though her attention was caught when Rick placed the bag onto the table rather loudly.
Judith was unstable on her feet still but picked herself up anyways, carefully walking over. Having to restabilize herself against the table, staring up at their dad with wide curious eyes. Carl thought it was adorable watching her sister walking around. She was sure any day now Judith would start talking as well, just hoping she could be around for it.
“First,” Rick reached into the bag with a lazy smile before pulling out “some of those expensive soaps for Michonne.” Carl was sure her dad was exaggerating, looking at the soap they looked like the kind of thing you would find in some kind of semi fancy soap set, the stuff you get because you want something close to the expensive stuff without all the money spent. Michonne took it regardless as most of their soaps were rather generic. This one seemed to be actually scented, something they didn’t have the luxury of now. Carl would have to see if she could steal some of it later on. She’d ran out of the bath bombs her dad had found on the last supply run she’d gone on.
“Then for the baby,” Rick pulled out a few barbie dolls, out of the box and clearly already used. But Judith took them anyways. They looked so big in her tiny hands. Judith basically running back to the living room to play with them along with her blocks. Carl had to hold herself back from telling her not to run inside. Their house was rather empty, not much for the toddler to trip over or bump into. But Carl still felt worried about her.
“And then for the teenager,” Rick said with a small smirk, pulling out what seemed to be the last thing in the bag, “I saw you looking at those magazines and saw these.” Carl’s eyes widened at the small box in her dad’s hands, “Most of them are probably expired but they should work fine enough.”
It was an arrangement of make up, a few tubes of lipstick, some eye shadow, blush, and a few things that Carl didn’t really know what to do with. As her dad mentioned, she’d seen the girls in the few magazine’s she’d been able to get her hands on wearing it but she didn’t actually read much on how to actually do anything like it. Figuring it was pointless because she would never get the opportunity to use them herself.
“Thanks dad,” She said, awe clear in her voice. Hesitant as she took the box and looked everything over. Knowing she would now have to read those articles on how to actually use them. She got up on her tip toes, glad for her dad leaning down, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek.
“I’m not gonna be offended if you run off to try it out now,” Her dad said with a smirk, “I’m not runnin off for another supply run right now.”
Carl gave her dad another smile and a small look towards Judith before heading upstairs. Feeling a small stab of guilt for leaving her baby sister behind. Even if she knew that it wasn’t her job.
That had been a few weeks ago at this point. Carl had been experimenting with the small collection of make up she had. Using the small articles she could find in the various magazine’s she had access to and her memory of her mom doing her make up in the morning before everything went to hell, to try and learn how to use everything her dad had found.
She still wasn’t great at it. Still having a little bit of embarrassment at wearing the small amount of blush or lipstick outside. Knowing that everyone’s eyes were instantly drawn to her unnaturally flushed cheeks or redder than normal lips.
But at the same time it gave her a spark of something that she couldn’t exactly name just yet. Especially when she caught her dad looking at it. Rick’s eyes flickering down to her lips when she wore one of the lipsticks she had picked up.
After wearing them, Daryl had gotten her a few things as well, although he knew even less about what he was doing than her dad did. One day Carl would rope him into at least learning what everything was. And maybe while she was there, she’d put make up on Daryl as she’d caught him looking at her now rather full vanity a few times when he’d come into her room to tell her something or other.
For now though, she finished doing her make up, a little more fancy than she would normally do. Daryl was off with Aaron looking around for anyone else in the area and Michonne had left for one of the supply runs. She didn’t normally head out with others but this time she had for whatever reason. Carl hadn’t asked, didn’t particularly care. Maggie and Glenn were looking after Judith.
All of that making it so that Carl was alone with her dad tonight.
Everything at Alexandria had been hectic, everything since the prison had been hectic. The prison was really the last time Carl felt like she could calm down. Now weeks into Alexandria, Carl was starting to get used to the mundanity once again. Not enough that she forgot what the outside world was like. She went out occasionally when her dad wasn’t looking, not wanting her to go outside if she didn’t have to.
But Carl wanted the reminder. Didn’t want to get too comfortable. Knowing that any second it could all be ripped away from her and she could be back on the road, looking for another few weeks of calm. Of not having to run.
For tonight though, she would take advantage of not having to be careful about others. The house was quiet, her dad still out patrolling. Giving her time to prepare her gift.
She finished her lipstick, a nice deep red. One of the ones her dad had given her that first time that had really invigorated her love of make up. It was one of her favorites and as such she couldn’t often wear it, knowing that if she used it too fast, she wouldn’t be able to easily get it again. But tonight was special.
She cursed as she heard the timer go off in the kitchen. Throwing the lipstick tube down to rush back to the kitchen. It was rare for them to get real genuine meat now a days, they didn’t have any kind of livestock at Alexandria so the only meat they could get was the few animals that wandered by and someone shot at.
So the rare cut of deer Carl got that Daryl had shot the last time he’d been beyond the walls Carl was trying her best to not burn. She’d thought about making it so that Judith and the others could have some of it. But she figured the small amount of meet wouldn’t even be enough for all of them anyways so she tried cooking it for her and her dad to share.
None of the cookbooks she had access to had recipes with the meat that they had access to, deer and rabbit mostly, so she just had to use whatever spices and the like that other recipes used. This time using one that normally called for beef but they didn’t have cows anywhere near them.
Thankfully she got down to the kitchen with enough time for the meat to not be burnt when she took it out. Along with the rest of the vegetables that she’d been cooking as well. She looked outside, the best way now to tell the time, knowing that it shouldn’t be too long until her father was back. Grabbing down two plates for the two of them along with a fork and knife. Still having extra time to light a few candles as well. Setting the mood.
She sat down in her seat, hoping that her dad wasn’t too long. Rubbing her lips together, thinking that maybe she should hurry and grab the tube just in case it smeared while eating. Not able to however before she could hear the door open, back straightening to look over at the door.
She got up quick as her dad came through the door, her head down. Carl hurried to grab her dad’s jacket, hanging it up. Her dad looked up to give her a small tired smile.
“Your make up is nice,” She said, accent just a little more intense than it normally was. Sending a shiver down Carl’s back alongside the compliment.
“Thanks,” Carl said, taking her dad’s hand and leading her to the table.
Her dad looked around the house with a small confused look on her face, “Where’s Judith?”
“Maggie and Glenn are looking after her for the night,” Carl said, now suddenly nervous for her surprise, “I was thinking with Daryl and Michonne gone, we could have a night just the two of us.”
Despite her nervousness, she tried to keep herself from worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, knowing that it would ruin her lipstick. Something she didn’t want to happen just yet.
It seemed to take her dad a moment to process what she said before giving a small smirk down at Carl, “Wanted me all to yourself huh baby?” she teased, Carl’s face going bright red. Her dad let out a small laugh but sat down anyways.
Their conversation was light, Rick telling Carl about the goings on around the small community. Carl talking about the walk her and Judith had taken before Maggie had come to pick her up. Giving her a small smile as she wished Carl and her dad a calm evening. Saying, “Should be nice to not have to take care of a baby. Take some time to be a kid tonight,” before heading out. Carl didn’t tell her she was planning on doing anything but be a kid.
None of that she told her dad, instead happy to listen to her slightly complain about how no one trusted her still. Although it wasn’t entirely surprising as it hadn’t actually been that long since she’d killed Pete in front of everyone. Not that Carl disagreed with her dad about it. Even if it did make it so that she lost a peer in Ron. Another thing she didn’t tell her dad, figuring it wasn’t that big of a deal.
After their plates were empty, Carl having finished cleaning up the dishes and Rick having put away the small amount of leftovers, Rick turned to her asking, “Did you have something else planned for this little surprise date?”
Hearing it said out loud made Carl blush once again but she swallowed down her nerves. Smiling as she nodded, once again taking her dad’s hand to lead the older women upstairs. Towards the room that while it was called Rick’s room, Carl was in there more often than not. She’d gotten so used to not sleeping alone that it felt weird to have her own room. Or at least that was the excuse she used if anyone asked her about it. Anyone who didn’t know the other reasons she might have slept in the same room as her dad.
Neither of them bothered to close the door, knowing that the house was empty and there was no possibility of someone walking in on them. Carl had already planned out what she was going to do, sitting her dad on the bed. Fighting the blush that wanted to come over her face as she sat in her lap, placing her arms around her dad’s neck.
The kiss was soft at first, but not for long. Her dad quickly deepening the kiss, hands coming up to press lightly against Carl’s waist. Right above the top of her jeans just above where the bottom of her pink t-shirt sat. Something they’d found along the road as she’d started growing out of the clothes she’d been forced to take with her. Something that covered her well enough but had started to emphasis parts of her she’d only recently started growing.
Her dad seemed to appreciate the shirt however. Seemingly staring even more when she wore this specific one. It wasn’t the tightest of her shirts, covering up the second part of her surprise for the night well.
The hands that started innocently at her waist slowly moved up, pressing just a little tighter into her sides. Making Carl moan into her dad’s mouth, her own hands moving up to grasp at her dad’s greying hair. It had been growing slightly longer than she would normally keep it. At first it had been weird to see her dad’s hair so long. Especially once her mom wasn’t there to give either of them a hair cut.
Now it just meant more for her to grab onto.
She could feel her dad’s hands continue to make their way slowly up her side, shirt coming up just slightly. Carl having to stop her before she got too far up. Got too far up and discovered the surprise a little too early.
To hide it, she dropped off of the bed and onto her knees in front of her dad. Looking up at the dusty blue eyes staring back down at her. Lidded slightly and filled with lust. Legs naturally spreading further now that Carl wasn’t keeping them close together.
The seat of her dad’s pants looked tighter than normal, something Carl knew she shouldn’t know the look of. But couldn’t help the way she memorized everything about her dad, including the way that her favorite pair of jeans fit.
Discovering the source as she unzipped the jeans, dragging them down along with the old pair of boxers her dad had been wearing for years. Even before the end of the world. Seeing the flesh colored dildo sprang up, clearly attached to the strap already around her dad’s waist.
Carls eyes were instantly brought back up to her dad’s face. Now smirking down at her, one eye brow raised.
“H have,” Carl’s mouth had suddenly filled with spit, having to pause to swallow it all and speak properly, “have you been wearing this all day?”
Rick regarded her quietly for a moment before speaking, “Of course sweetheart. Wasn’t expecting the dinner but I thought we’d have a bit of fun once Judith was down.”
Carl swallowed once again, sure the noise could be heard across the world. But she had to brush the new nerves away. Heart fluttering at the fact that her dad was just as interested in her as she was. It was something Carl knew of course but still, it was nice to see the evidence of.
Instead she reached up to push her hair out of her face, holding it behind her ear as she held the cock in her other hand. Pressing the tip to her tongue, looking up at her dad with lidded eyes as she sucked lightly on the head. Gathering all that spit in her mouth from before and letting it lather the toy as she went even further down.
Seeing the lust fill her dad’s face, hands clutching tightly to the bedding below her. Carl went even further, pushing the head against the back of her throat and making her gag. But she pushed past it easily. It hadn’t stopped her before.
Especially as her dad’s hand finally came up to grasp tightly at her hair, Carl letting her hand drop into her lap. Clutching tightly at her jeans. Feeling the tightness in her head as her hair was held tightly. Not enough to move her head but enough to pull at her scalp. Sending waves of pleasure down her back and making her give a small shiver.
Continuing to move her head down, Carl made sure to keep eye contact with her dad, neither of them wanting to break the rather intense eye contact. Carl continuing to gag as she pressed down slowly, getting close to the hilt of the cock.
Part of Carl always wondered if there was a big difference if she was sucking a real dick. She’d been a virgin when her and her dad had started this a few months ago. She hadn't had any kind of experience outside of her dad and the strap that tasted of silicone with a small hint of salt occasionally.
The thoughts were stripped from her mind however as she finally sunk to the bottom, tasting the leather at the base. Her hand having dropped to join the first one on her jeans. Staying as still as she could for as long as she could.
While she couldn’t get exact, she was sure that it was a record for herself as she brought herself back up. Keeping her breathing as even as she could, continuing to keep eye contact with her dad. Her dad’s eyes filled with barley contained lust, hand tightening in Carl’s hair.
“Please,” Carl said as she brought a hand back up, holding the fake cock. Leaning into her dad’s hand, trying to get her to understand without explicitly asking for it. Still feeling embarrassed to just come out and say what she wanted in the bedroom.
“Please what baby?” Rick asked back, the small smirk telling the opposite of her implication. That she knew exactly what Carl wanted. Wanted to hear her say what it was. Carl tried to plead silently with her dad to just do it.
When nothing happened however, Carl said, “Please,” pausing for a moment as she swallowed down her nerves, “please use my throat daddy.”
The only indication she got was the hand in her hair tightening and the look in her dad’s eyes darkening before her head was thrust roughly back onto the fake cock. Forcing a gag out of her throat once again from the surprise.
Quickly, Carl got used to the intrusion, regulating her breathing as best as she could, letting her dad finally take what she wanted. Carl let the tears flow down her face, knowing how much her dad loved the look, validated when she said, “God you look so pretty like this baby girl.”
Carl couldn’t help the small whine that escaped her throat. The sound not covered by the dick in her mouth if her dad’s smirk widening just slightly said anything. Continuing to bring her head roughly up and down as Carl could only moan and gag, hips trying desperately to grind down against something. But got no pleasure which just caused her to whine more.
After what felt like hours, her head nice and fuzzy from pleasure and probably the lack of air, she was finally pulled off. Giving a whine as she stared up at her dad, tear tracks and droll staining her desperate face. Eyebrows pulled inward desperately.
“Don’t worry,” her dad cooed, bringing her up gently onto the bed, laying her down across it, “we’re not done yet.”
Carl gave yet another whine, once again trying to grind down against something, her panties unbelievably wet now. Her dad leaning down to press their mouths together, tongue invading her mouth. Carl felt like she couldn’t do anything, trying her best to kiss back but knowing she was doing terribly. Letting her dad use her in whatever way she wanted.
Feeling her dad’s hands run along her sides, pressing her fingers into her flesh and almost certainly leaving marks Carl would look at later. Hands slowly moving their way up, her shirt riding up along with them. Carl not able to held back her moans, not having to. Not having to worry about Walkers or other dangerous humans hearing them. Able to take their time and move slowly.
“Well look at what my baby has for me,” Rick said as Carls shirt rolled over her small tits, “where did you find this?”
Her big hands brushed over the soft pink lace, just barely covering up her nipples. Her dad’s thumbs brushing over them and making Carl moan lightly.
“I found it before we got here,” she said, moaning around the words as her dad continued to grope at her tits. Large hands able to hold all of the small amount of flesh there. It always made her feel so small compared to her dad, “we were looking through some house and I found them in the drawers. They fit me so I t-took them.”
Rick looked up from where she had been playing with Carl’s tits, eyes now filled with lust and a deeper possession, a look Carl had become deeply familiar with since they started. Had realized just what the look her dad had been giving her for so long was.
“All for daddy baby?”
Carl nodded without even thinking, “Of course. No one else is enough.”
Her lips were attacked, it was the only real way to explain the deep aggressive way her dad kissed her. Hands continuing to grope and squeeze at her tits, hopefully still developing.
Their mouths disconnect, Rick kissing down her neck to her collarbone. Nipping at the flesh there, nothing hiding Carl’s desperate moans and whines from her dad.
“It was a matching set,” Carl moaned out, wishing so badly her dad could bite her neck even just a little higher up. Where everyone could see. Know that Carl was taken, taken by her dad. That no one else would satisfy her like her daddy.
Rick let out a growl, low and deep. Hands wandering down to the edge of Carls jeans. Hesitating for a moment as she pulled away to watch as Carls jeans were peeled off her thighs, pulled down around her knees. Revealing the matching lace pink panties, rather plain in the front other than the small bow at the top.
“Like a cute little present,” her dad said, thumb running along the top elastic of the panties, over the small bow.
“All for you Daddy,” Carl said with a soft smile. A small gasp leaving her as her thighs were gripped tight, pulled up to expose how the panties came to a thin strip that had been rather uncomfortable. Always reminding Carl of what was to come later. It was her first time wearing a g sting, having only had basic underwear, had no choice but to wear whatever they could find. And this had to be saved, saved for the right occasion.
“Please,” Carl begged, not really knowing what she wanted. Only able to give her dad a wide eyed pleading look, waiting for whatever her dad planned on giving her.
Rick’s eyes were still clouded in that dark lust that had been there for a while now. One hand holding both of Carls thighs and the other coming down to run along the seem of the panties, of Carls pussy. Forcing a soft whine out of her.
“Don’t worry baby,” Rick said, hooking a finger in the panties, bringing them up, prying them away from the wetness between Carls thighs. Letting it hang in the air for a moment before letting it snap back down right against her clit. The small amount of pain mixing with the pleasure forced a whine from her, “Daddy'll give you what you need.”
Rick once again hooked a finger into the seat of the panties, pulling them to the side instead this time. Not wasting any time before running a stripe up Carls pussy. Collecting the wetness that had collected there from the blowjob she’d given the strap.
Carl wanted so badly to watch, watch her dad eat her out like this was her last meal. Like a starving woman who hadn’t eaten in days. A look Carl knew on her dad’s face from experience. Eating whatever scraps of food they could find on the side of the road as they went.
And she had always brought that same ferocity to this as well. Showing extra care and attention to Carl.
But with the pleasure that erupted in her lower stomach she couldn’t help the way that her back arched, head tilting up. Hands not able to help it as they gripped tightly at her dad’s dark curls. Trying to get more so badly. Only having her dad’s mouth on her for a minute or so and already feeling better to burst.
Hands came up to grip tightly at her waist, pressing her down into the bed. Preventing her from moving all too much. Leaving Carl to whine desperately, head finally tilting back down to watch her dad.
Seeing the way her dad’s eyes continued to stay on her face as her tongue pressed against Carl’s clit. Giving a slight suck, pleasure once again erupting inside her. Only able to whine as she once again tried to thrust up. Looking down to see her dad’s serious face as her tongue moved down, thrusting inside Car. One hand coming down at the same time to thumb at her clit.
Carl couldn’t hold back her moans, glad she didn’t have to. Pulling slightly at the hair wound tightly in her hands, her dad barely seeming to notice it. All of her attention focused on Carl’s pussy, clearly trying to collect as much of Carl’s slick into her mouth as possible.
“P please,” Carl found herself begging once again, “I need to cum so badly daddy.”
Carl could feel the growl as it passed through her, letting out yet another low whine. Not able to stop the small thrust upwards. Not that it did much with the hand still gripping tightly at her waist. Pushing her tightly against the bed below her.
Her dad’s tongue continued to prod around inside her, intentionally avoiding the places inside her that would make her feel the best. They’d done this enough times for her to know it was intentional. Just leaving Carl to whine once again, still trying to press her hips up into her dad’s mouth.
But her silent pleas weren’t listened to as Rick continued to prod around inside her. Tongue pressing against every place inside her except for the places that would make her feel the best. Continuing to lightly rub against her clit at the same time. Not enough to make her cum but just enough to keep her on the edge.
“I need it so bad,” Carl continued to beg, wondering if she just needed to say the right thing that would make her dad finally give her what she wanted. What she so desperately needed. Instead of continuing to have it just out of reach, “Please please daddy. I need to cum so badly.”
It came on rather suddenly. Feeling her dad’s tongue press against her g spot, rubbing fast and hard against her clit at the same time. Forcing an intense orgasm to rip through her, squirting into her dad’s mouth.
Watching as she drank it up like she hadn’t had water in months. Like this was her ambrosia and that she would never get another taste. Something Carl would try to prevent for as long as she could. Carl couldn’t watch for long, the pleasure overwhelming her desperately, forcing her back into an arch as she thrust her pussy up into her dad’s mouth. Chasing that pleasure even more. Letting a loud moan, almost a scream rip through her, not having to worry about anyone in the house hearing her. Wondering in the back of her mind if any of their neighbors could hear.
Not that she even slightly cared what any of them heard. What they thought. They already thought their group was insane, she didn’t care if they had their own opinions about whatever was happening in their house. Especially in that moment of intense pleasure.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, Carl collapsed back onto the bed. Panting as she came down from the amazing orgasm she’d had. The first one she’d had in a while it felt like. Knowing they hadn’t been able to do too much on the road and since coming to Alexandria, they were constantly having to be careful of Judith.
Rick came back up, connecting their lips. Carl not able to do too much with the kiss once again because of the way her body was so light, not able to do too much in general. But it didn’t seem like her dad cared all that much. Tongue now exploring the inside of Carl’s mouth the same way it had explored her pussy. Carl let out a soft moan at the thought.
Carl let out another soft moan, feeling the tip of her dad’s cock press against her entrance. Dragging through her folds and up towards her clit. Bringing another moan out of her mouth. Feeling the tip of the cock press through her folds, catching on her hole every time but continuing to by pass it. Brushing over her clit before going right back down to start over again. Teasing her over and over again.
“Come on,” Carl whined, arms coming up and lazily around her dad’s shoulders, “I need you inside me so baaaAAA—“ She was cut off with a loud moan as her dad fucked inside her rough and hard. Instantly bottoming out.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, whining loudly. Hands clasping together around her dad’s neck and bringing her down closer. Feeling the rumbles of her dad’s own moans flowing through her.
Although she couldn’t focus on it for too long as her dad didn't give her much time to get used to the feeling. Continuing to fuck inside her over and over again. Tip of her cock pressing deep inside Carl, pounding right against her cervix over and over again. Just barely not slipping inside.
She knew that just a little bit further inside and the cock would press inside her womb. Just making her think desperately about if the cock was real. If her dad could flood her inside, fucking cum inside her womb over and over again.
Giving her a baby that was entirely her own.
She moaned desperately, “That feel good baby?” Rick asked, voice rumbling deep in Carl’s mind. Carl nodded fast and quick.
“I need it so bad.” She whined, “I need your cum inside my womb daddy.”
Rick stopped for a moment, pausing inside her. Carl whined again. Trying to thrust down onto the cock inside her. Her dad didn’t stop for long, pulling out until just the tip was inside, slamming back inside. Cock hitting so deep inside her. Deeper than before.
The tip fucking right into Carl’s tight cervix. Fucking in and out and stretching her so wide.
A sob escaped her, she couldn’t help it. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, only able to whine and beg for more. Hands trying to clutch for purchase at her dad’s back, nails digging into the hard muscle flexing with every thrust. Just a testament to her dad’s strength, another thing that made her even more horny.
Could feel the throbbing of her pussy with every thrust, slick dripping down. Whining as she got so much more desperate to cum. Crying out, “please, please let me cum,” to no avail. Her dad just continuing to growl as she fucked in and out. Hitting right against her g spot every time. Just making her moan desperately.
“You can hold out just a little bit longer can’t you baby?” Her dad asked, voice low and deep in her ear, Carl whining at the tone. The way that it reverberated through her body, just making her more wet.
“Please,” Carl whined, trying to desperately looking at her dad with wide eyes.
“Just a little bit longer baby,” Rick said, continuing to abuse her poor cervix, “You can do that for me right?”
After figuring that she wasn’t going to get her dad to change her mind, Carl nodded. Biting down on her bottom lip, feeling yet another thrust inside her cervix. This was the deepest she’d had something inside of her. Overwhelmed and so very turned on. Feeling so close and yet so far away from yet another orgasm.
After agreeing, she was sure that the thrusts sped up, going faster and deeper than before. Pounding inside her, pleasure erupting inside, making it hard to obey.
But she held on as best as she could anyways. Knowing it’s what her daddy wanted. And what daddy wanted, Carl gave up oh so willingly.
She whined as her dad pulled away from where her face had been buried in Carls neck, making it hard for her to wrap her arms around her. But the thrusts didn’t slow down. Even as her hands moved from where they’d been gripping at Carls waist, finger tips able to touch easily.
Moving up to the edge of the bra, playing with the edge as she said, “God your tits look even more pretty like this,” her dads voice was filled with reverence, making Carl blush. A small bit of resistance to the words bubbling up inside of her. Trying to stamp it down before it festered. Knowing her dad meant it, hands groping lightly at her tits. Coming to the top of the fabric before pulling it down. Letting it sit right below Carls tits, grasping one in each hand and making Carl gasp at the new rush of pleasure went up her back, “All wrapped up nice like a present for you daddy.”
Carl nodded, forcing her lips to wrap around words that were becoming harder to say as pleasure wreaked her brain. Turning it into mush.
“J—just for you,” Carl said, hands pushing into the small hairs at the back of her dad’s neck. Back arching into the touch as her dad continued to grope at her tits.
“Then I’ll take as much as I can,” her dad said, not letting her think too hard about the words before her dad leaned down. Taking a nipple into her mouth, another whine leaving Carl as pleasure continued to pulse through her. Continuing to wonder just how long she could hold on.
Once again just brought back to the idea of her dad being able to impregnate her. Able to actually produce something for her dad to drink from her tits. Even if she knew it was dangerous, her mom’s pregnancy telling her that, she couldn’t help but think about it. Think about the idea of being able to make a real family with her dad. Just knowing how much she loved Judith, knowing that she would love every bit of having a child of her own.
Instead her thoughts were interrupted as her dad reached down between them, thumb brushing over Carl’s clit. Causing her back to arch even further into her dad’s mouth, just making even more pleasure burst through her. Eyes rolling so far into the back of her head she was sure she was going to see her brain soon.
“Please, I can’t do it,” Carl sobbed, head tilting down to stare at her dad with big wide eyes, “I’m gonna cum if you don’t—“
“Don’t worry baby,” Her dad said, making a small popping noise as she let go of Carl’s tit, “just want to play with you a little longer okay?”
Carl whined yet again, trying so hard to hold herself back. Knowing that her dad would be disappointed if she failed. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer as her dad moved onto the other nipple. Tongue rolling around the bud before giving a small suck.
Letting it go before kissing up towards Carl’s mouth. Each kiss wet and sending tingles down her spine. Moans that couldn’t stop falling out of her mouth becoming muffled as her dad pressed their mouths together.
The kiss was not at all good, Rick’s tongue pressing inside Carl’s mouth, running along the walls of her mouth and the tops of her teeth. Carl could only really moan and whine passively. Muffled but still clear to her own ears.
She let out yet another long whine as her dad pulled away from her mouth, spit connecting them for a moment before breaking, joining what had run down her chin. She thought for a moment that maybe she would be allowed a break if she wasn’t going to be allowed to cum. But instead the thumb that was pressed against her clit pressed down harder, circles going even faster than before. Forcing a small cry from Carl’s mouth, wide eyes staring up and pleading with her dad.
Seeing the soft look, the underlying sadism just beneath the surface, staring back at her. Not saying anything as the cock inside her continuing to fuck hard into her cervix, right against her g spot every time. All of the attention just making her cry, tears falling down her face as she tried so hard to be good. To obey her dad and not cum. Finding it even harder.
Expecting another intense kiss as her dad leaned down. Instead pressing a small kiss right beneath her ear, whispering in, “Cum for me baby.”
The effect was instant. Everything speeding up as Carl felt her orgasm rip through her. Back arching further than it had before, sobbing with relief. A loud repeated mantra of, “Thank you,” falling from her mouth over and over again. Feeling herself squirt, something that didn’t happen often. Always a bit of a pain. Although here she didn't have to worry exactly about having to clean any of it up. Allowed to let the orgasm flow through her, every little bit of her tensing up over and over again.
It felt like forever before she collapsed back down onto the bed. Whining softly as her dad continued to fuck into her harshly. Not taking long before she was slowing down, pulling all the way out. Face filled with such love and reverence. Carl once again felt tears prickling at the edge of her eyes.
Glad when her dad laid down next to her, pulling her close and just held her until they both fell asleep. Not having to worry about the clean up until the next morning.
The knock was loud, slowly rousing her from sleep. It had been a while since she had slept that hard. She calmed down however as the knock went away, sure that everything was fine. Remembering that Alexandria was actually relatively safe.
It wasn’t long before the knock came once again. Carl groaned silently, feeling her dad readjust next to her. While she could see the sun drifting in through her closed eyes, it seemed earlier than she would normally wake up. Wondering what the hell would have been important enough to wake her up. Seriously she couldn’t think of a single reason someone would wake her at th— Judith!
Carl’s eyes flew open, smacking her dad’s arm to get her off. Rick groaned as she woke up as well, turning over so Carl could fling herself out of bed. Grabbing whatever clothes were on the floor in her hurry to get dressed. Not caring even a little bit as she grabbed her dad’s uniform shirt, pulling her own pants up her legs, tucking the shirt into the pants. Hoping that it would make her look normal enough.
“What the hell are you doing? What is so important?” Rick groaned, watching Carl move around the room.
“Judith,” Carl said, hearing yet another knock on the door, sure that Maggie or Glenn were going to just enter the house at any minute, “I was supposed to pick her up this morning but I slept so hard I didn’t wake up on time.”
“It just seems like someone tuckered you out,” Rick said with a lazy smirk, much slower as she got up and pulled whatever clothes that fit her she could find. Probably old pajamas that Carl had told her many times to just pick up and put in the laundry basket but that somehow never ended up there.
Carl glared over at her dad, “Now is not the time,” she said with a small pout, hurrying out to the front door.
“I’m coming!” Carl screamed as yet another knock came, this one louder than before. Rushing down the stairs, “I’m so sorry Maggie,” She said as she opened the door. Maggie was standing in the doorway, holding Judith.
As she looked Carl over, her face seemed to change. It was very subtle, Carl barely recognized it. Not able to parse out what it meant before it went away.
“Don’t worry,” Maggie said, with a soft understanding smile, “We had fun with Judith last night. But she seemed to wanting to be home.”
Still in Maggie’s arms, barely, Judith was showing that fact very clearly. Her arms outstretched and clearly trying to get to Carl, leaning very far forward as her hands made little grabby motions. Trying to get to Carl. It was a wonder Maggie was still holding onto her.
Carl figured that it was better for the both of them if she just grabbed Judith who giggled when she was finally back in Carl’s arms. Babbling endlessly as her hands slapped gently onto Carl’s face.
“Well then,” Carl said, nodding along to her babbling. While she couldn’t say any actual words yet, Judith was rather chatty when she wanted to be. Usually rather silent when they had been on the road. But she’d gotten her “words” sometime after they got to Alexandria, “it sounds like you had fun.”
Judith gave a small giggle before continuing to babble, “She’s a good kid,” Maggie said, looking wistfully at Judith, “It seems you two had a good night without the baby.”
Carl’s head tilted slightly, “Yeah, I guess. We had dinner without having to share any with Judith” Carl said listening as Judith babbled as if offended that they could have any fun without her, “I know Judy, but sometimes it’s nice to not eat food that you’ve slobbered on.” Judith babbled her grievances yet again . Maggie laughed softly at the interaction.
“Well I should get back to Glenn.” Maggie said with another soft smile. Seemingly avoiding looking at Carl’s face.
“Thanks again for looking after Judith,” Carl said, bouncing her slightly again.
“Don’t worry about it,” Maggie said with her nice drawl, “Glenn and I love watching her. Judith’s a sweetheart.” Judith gave another small happy giggle.
“Say bye Judith,” Carl said, grabbing her hand to wave at Maggie as she made her way down the steps. Both of them watching as Maggie turned around to wave back at them. Not standing in the hallway for long before Carl finally went back inside, closing the door behind her, “How about some breakfast?” She asked, passing by a small mirror she’d placed on the table beside the door. Finally seeing her reflection for the first time that morning. Since she’d finished getting ready for her date with her dad. Her face instantly going red as she saw what she looked like finally.
The make up she’d spent so much time carefully doing was completely wreaked now. Lipstick smeared across her cheek. The various make up that she’d put onto her eyes had streamed down her cheeks, tinting them black and red.
Her dad, who she hadn’t realized had probably made her way down while Carl had been talking with Maggie and clearly in the background, hadn’t cleaned herself up just yet. The lipstick that was currently smeared against Carl’s cheek was also everywhere on her dad’s face. Mouth slightly red around it.
Making it very clear what they had done with their child free evening.
Carl was incredibly embarrassed as she set Judith down in her high chair, “I don’t think I can show my face in front of Maggie again.”
“Why?” Rick asked, making a cup of coffee with the shitty instant coffee they’d gotten.
“Because she saw the make up all over my face that makes it pretty obvious I was kissing someone. And of course she knows that I didn’t exactly leave the house last night.” Carl whined out, face in her hands, “God that is embarrassing.”
“At least we don’t have to worry about people finding out then,” Rick said, walking over. Leaning down to press a kiss to Carl’s cheek. Her face was scratchy as it was clear she hadn’t shaved just yet.
“Still would have rathered any other way that someone found out,” Carl said with a sigh, making her way into the kitchen. Drowning her embarrassment in making breakfast. Her dad going back upstairs to get ready for work.
Coming back downstairs just as Carl was putting everyone’s breakfast out. Judith had been the first to have it, already having it all over her face. Breakfast going very smooth.
Carl liked the calm domesticity of their lives. With the embarrassment finally cooling off as she kissed her father on the cheek as she was finally about to leave.
“Have a good day at work,” She said, seeing her dad’s small smirk as she reached into her pocket. Pulling a small bit of lacy pink fabric out of her pocket.
“I’ll have a great day with a good luck charm I stole.” Rick said, leaving while Carl stood surprised in the open doorway. Face once again heating up. Now much more clean than before. Not wanting the people on the street to see her make up smeared face.
Unfortunately there wasn’t much Carl could do now as she watched her dad get stopped by someone to say something to her. Not that she minded all that much. Knowing that her dad would have a small piece of her all day. Already feeling herself get wet.
Rushing back inside to distract herself, knowing there wasn’t much she could do about it until at least Judith was down for her nap. In the back of her head though she was already thinking about how she could get her dad back for this.