He didn't regret saying this in the slightest, not with the way Cindy looked up at him, eyes wide and full of adoration. Never again did he have to be as lonely as he had been after Sherry left him, and now he could truly enjoy the fact that Cindy wouldn't leave him like that. Now he could let himself be just as happy as she said she wanted to make him, and could try to make her as happy as she deserved, after all she had done for him.

She tried to speak, but couldn't seem to find the words to respond to him, and he decided to make things a little easier on her. Pulling her in for a kiss, he tangled a hand in her hair and kept her close to him, happier than he had ever allowed himself to be in a long time. When they finally pulled apart, she seemed to have found her voice again.

"Does this mean...does this mean you want me to be your wife now?" she asked. "Or do you still want to wait on that?"

It still felt too soon to make a decision like that, especially considering he still wasn't completely clear on his feelings for her, but when he really thought about it, he couldn't see how it mattered. Dwight knew that Cindy was likely the only person who could love him now, and he knew that he would be happy with her and that she would not back down on her feelings for him. With that in mind, he figured that, if it made her happy, why wait to make things official? In the world they lived in now, he only had to say the word to have them considered married, and if that was what she really wanted, that was what he would give to her.

"I do want you to be my wife," he replied. "Will you marry me, Cindy?"

"Yes, yes, I want to be your wife so much! I'm so happy...you're my husband now, Dwight." She grinned at him, looking like an excited child, and did not regret that any more than telling her he loved her. This was nothing like the marriage he had known before and this wasn't much of a wedding, but the world had changed and he hoped that this would turn out better than his last marriage.

"Sure am," he said. "Now, I think I'm ready to kiss the bride." With that, he kissed her once more, this time for a bit longer. He didn't know if he would announce their marriage or not, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to make it so grandiose. Going in front of everyone to declare her his wife was just like something Negan would do, and that wasn't what he wanted. Maybe someday, when things were more stable, they might have a real ceremony. He'd heard Alexandria had a church, complete with a priest, so they might be able to really make it official.

But for now, he had other things in mind. Kissing her for so long, keeping her so close to him, put him in the mood for a little something more, and he pulled back from her to say, "So, now that we're married...you interested in a little honeymoon?"

"I'm always ready when you are," she replied, "but I do really, really want you right now." Someday, he hoped he would break her of her habit, but having her admit what she wanted was a good start.

Taking her hand, he lead her to the bed and undressed her quickly before easing her onto her back and gently kissing all over he exposed skin. Oh, he was so, so lucky to have her here and he finally realized just how lucky he was. He paid close attention to her breasts, just as he knew she liked, and kept a hand between her legs to feel how wet she was getting. Fucking her had become fairly common, but tonight he tried to take things slow and make it special for her. It was their honeymoon, after all.

After a while, however, she was squirming and barely able to breathe, and it took her quite a bit of effort to finally say, "Is it okay if you fuck me now? I want you so bad..." She looked up at him with so much desire in her eyes and with those flushed cheeks, and he wouldn't have been able to resist her even if he tried.

He was on top of her and positioned in no time at all, looking down at her and once again stunned to remember that this girl was real and really adored him. It was really true that he wasn't going to be alone anymore, and thinking about that would never get old. Neither, he was sure, would doing this with her, and he did not even have to be careful as he eased inside of her anymore. She was used to him and got only pleasure from him, the pain having long since melted away.

He thrust into her with a steady rhythm, having never realized before just how he had memorized how she liked it and the pace he could take that left her a writhing mess beneath him, the places within her that were the most sensitive. Over the time they had lived together, he had come to know Cindy like the back of his hand.

"I love you so much," was all she managed to say, but hearing it now did not bother him at all. Hearing it now only drove him closer to his climax and he jerked his hips into her more rapidly, losing his pattern as he gave way to his own desire. She was his wife now, and she really loved him, and all of this was alright.

"I love you too," he replied, pausing before adding, "wife." That was all she needed to hear, and she was there, whimpering incoherently, though he was sure he heard his name a time or two in what she tried to say. And it was not long after that he was right there with her, barely managing to pull out of her in time.

He laid down next to her after that, pulling her into his arms and listening to her as she tried to catch her breath. Normally, he was reluctant to be so affectionate after fucking her, but he no longer had any reason to feel so guilty with her and could hold her as much as he wanted to. Things had not started out normal between them, but they could become normal, he was sure of it. They were going to be happy together, and this was just the beginning of that.