I'm back! Sorry it took so long, got caught up with school and preparing for college stuff but since it's summer now, I might be posting a lot of these fics.

This story picks up after Beth and Carl's wedding in my other story Moments with You (check it out first before this), so expect that there'll be a lot of hot and shmexy scenes between these two lovers. ;))) Enjoy!

Fast forward, 1 week after their marriage.

Carl's POV

It's been a week since I gave her my last name and it's still all so surreal. When I wake up next to her every morning since, I can't help but pinch myself and say, this is my wife in my arms.

"Good morning, Mrs. Grimes."

"Mmm, yes. I'm Mrs. Grimes. I need to get used to that."

We were spooning, and then she turned towards me and gave me a peck on the lips.

"So, what's the plan today?"

We were still savoring the last few days of our honeymoon. Dad was generous enough to give me two weeks off from walker duty, and it kinda felt nice not dealing with rotten flesh all day. We need to start kicking things off, because soon we'll be back to work.

"How about breakfast?" Beth sat up and smiled at me.

"In bed?" I said, with a smirk.

"Carl! That's not what I meant. It's still early, you know."

To be honest, I miss making love to her. Because during our honeymoon, we've only made love once, the second night. And to be honest, it was as awkward as heck, for both of us. Even though it wasn't our first time, we were both second guessing ourselves, probably because we're married now. We tried so hard to make it special but to no avail. I know, because I asked her first.

We also wanted to make the most out of our 2 week break, moving in to the new house Dad arranged for us, moving in all our stuff, and settling in. We tried sight -seeing but there's not much to see but walls and walkers, so we settled for a romantic picnic under stars.

"I was just kidding. Come on, let's make breakfast."

We both got up, brushed our teeth, washed our faces and went to the kitchen. I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. She had on one of my white v-neck muscle shirts, with the arm hole low. I could see her cleavage, mainly because she put her hair up in a bun, and I couldn't help but admire how sexy she looked. And her pale legs were also showing, because she donned short cotton shorts, which barely covered her behind.

"What do you want? Bacon? Eggs? Pancakes?"

She said, rummaging through the fridge. Maggie and Michonne were kind enough to fill up our kitchen while they helped us move in.

"Anything is fine. Your cooking always seems delicious anyway."

"Ummm hmmm. Very flattering, husband." She winked at me.

I watched her cook, while sitting on the stool next to the counter, with my hand placed on my thigh, and my chin rested on my other palm.

As she was putting the eggs in the pan, I made my way to her and embraced her from behind. I rested my chin on her shoulder and then buried my nose in her neck. I couldn't help myself, her scent was so enticing. She still puts on my favorite perfume of hers after all these years.

I think my hands have a mind of its own because before I knew it, I was touching her. I started to caress her stomach, her breasts, then back down to her thighs. I then pinched her behind a little which made her jump, all while licking and nibbling from her shoulders to her neck then to her ears. I felt her shiver, and then a moan escaped her lips. I saw her biting her lip and throwing her head back as I was having my way with her.

But everything was interrupted by the smell of something burning.

"Carl, the eggs!"

I quickly grabbed the burning pan and threw it in the sink. I opened the tap.

Damn. Interrupted again.

"There goes our breakfast."

"I'm sorry, babe. You just look so damn sexy in my shirt."

We started laughing.

"What are we going to eat now?"

"How about you?"

"Stop it. This is your fault so you fix this." She said, teasing me.

"Okay, okay. Sorry, I got carried away."

I then cooked our breakfast, and as we ate, we browsed through the photo albums that mom salvaged a long time ago. It was so nice to get away. It felt like we were normal people again. We had time for ourselves. And it was a magical time spent with Beth, my wife.

After finishing breakfast, washing the dishes and putting them away, I asked her if she wanted to work out with me. Because hey, you need to be at the top of your game, if you want to survive the end of the world. She agreed with me. We changed into our work out clothes and started jogging together. It was a pretty hot day, and in only a few minutes of running, we were already sweaty.

After 20 minutes, we went into our personal gym. Daryl actually found a bunch of weights and a treadmill a few months ago and brought it home with his truck. We all decided to put it in our home since it still had a lot of space left.

I did weights and she was doing crunches and push-ups. I almost dropped the 20 pound weight I was holding when I saw her take off her shirt. She was only wearing a violet sports bra underneath and fit jogging pants that stopped at her shins.

She glanced at me and said,

"Uh oh. I know that look, babe. Again… it's still too early to be naughty."

I swallowed the lump on my throat.

"It's your fault. You just had to take off your shirt infront of me."

"Is that wrong? It's hot in here."

I saw the mocking glint in her eyes. Oh. It. Is. On.

"Ya know what? It is hot in here."

I then took off my shirt, revealing my muscle-y physique. I saw her eyes widen, and bit her lip as she stopped doing crunches and said,

"Do you want to take a shower? It's getting really hot in here."

"Together?"

I said, dropping the weights and chasing after her.

I chased her inside the house, but she was too fast. I made my way to our bedroom, only to see pieces of her clothing scattered on the floor like a trail to our bathroom. To my surprise, the bathroom door wasn't closed all the way, so I can peek inside.

"Beth?" I called out to her.

"I'm here, Carl." Said, facing the mirror, with her back turned on me.

She was naked, and I can see how perfectly placed her curves were. I felt blood rush down there, as she turned towards me. She reached out to me, and I gladly closed the distance between us. She then gently took off my workout clothes, revealing my hardness.

She then kneeled in front of me and had her way with me.

When she was finished, she stood up, looked into my eyes, with her palms resting on my chest.

"Be gentle with me, babe. Okay?"

Before we knew it, it was 8 pm. We slept after making love this morning. We both really got tired. But it was worth it.

I woke up to her grinning at me.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Are you sore?" I politely asked her.

"A bit, yes. But it's worth it."

She giggled, biting her lip.

We got up, got dressed and prepared dinner. This time, it was her turn.

"How about something fancy for tonight."

"Carl. You know we're still rationing on food. We need to conserve, dummy."

"Fine."

"Hmmmm…. but maybe just tonight."

I opened a bottle of wine for us to share.

"Is steak okay with you, Babe?"

"Yes, sure." I replied, taking a sip of my wine.

I set the table as she was finishing her cooking. I then sat down on the dining area and waited for her.

"Pan fried T-bone steak with roasted asparagus and baby potatoes."

She said while putting the plate in front of me.

"Wow, I didn't even know we had asparagus and potatoes. Looks good, babe. Let's eat!"

We ate whilst sharing bits of small talk here and there, about our families, friends, future plans and anything under the sun. We giggled, laughed and reminisced.

"So, Carl. Serious question, how many kids do you want?"

"Hmm. Two would be enough. Or maybe three."

"Well, that's good. Errr, when would you want to start having kids?"

"I think, a year after? I just want to settle in first as a married couple with my beautiful wife." I said lifting my eyebrows

"Okay, I get ya. Sooo… no sex until next year?"

She teased.

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant. I don't think it's even possible for me to resist you for a year."

"Then let's start now."

"Huh?!"

I was taken aback by what she said. She then stood up, took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom.

She pushed me against the wall and crashed her lips into mine. It was long, passionate, and full of longing. She pulled away and looked into my eyes, and I can see how aggressive she's becoming.

I then whispered in her ear, "Gentle or rough?"

"Maybe it's the wine talking, but I want it rough."

She then opened the buttons of my shirt, and I quickly pulled off her sweatshirt. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I let her take control. She pushed me on the bed and made her way on top of me. She was placing kisses, all over me, from my neck, to my shoulder, to my chest, to my stomach, and then she had her way with me.

I felt like I was in cloud nine, the rush consumed me. And it was amazing.

I then exchanged our position and said, "My turn."

I placed her hands above her head and teased her. I kissed, licked and sucked all over her pleasure points, and I felt her arching her back, inviting me in. I left love marks all over her body and I felt her grow goosebumps every time.

"Carl." She whispered.

"Shh. I know."

"Please." She pleaded.

"Don't rush, Babe. We have all night."

I made my way down and also had my way with her. I can hear her moaning my name, as I felt that that she was getting close.

I then stopped and placed my hardness inside her. With every thrust, I felt our bodies become one, and we moved in perfect sync.

We both climaxed at the same time.

I then laid beside her, looking up at the ceiling.

"Sweetie, remind me to buy more red wine tomorrow, okay?"

"Where in the world are you going to get another bottle?"

"I'm pretty sure Daryl has stocked up in his basement."

She giggled.

And somehow, tonight was perfect.