"god―," another grunt spilled out of him. his hand ― smudged with grime and dirt ― tightly clamped over your mouth, stifling any pretty little noise you'd usually make for him.

Rick knew it was awfully risky. even more than that ― it was dangerous. usually he would give your lips a bruising kiss to soothe his aching, and sent you on your way until the both of you would make it home safely. but... something about today wasn't making it easy for him. his kiss had turned into wandering hands, until you were backed into the small restroom of a weathered supermarket.

you were only meant to gather some supplies. a one and done kind of thing that got turned by him into a keep silent or get eaten situation. the apocalypse was full of surprises like that! so all while he was rutting into you, you two could clearly hear a bunch of walkers roaming the place just outside the restroom.

how romantic...