Author's Note: The inspiration for this story comes from a one-off Rarl fanfic I read years ago on Wattpad. I looked for the original but I could not find the story or author. If I do I will be sure to credit them. Anyway I wrote as much as I could remember and the rest I pretty much made up. Everything after the first chapter is all from me. Not sure how many chapters I plan on doing as of now. Also I'm kinda new to this sort of thing so please bear with me. Any suggestions/feedback would be appreciated.
Chapter 1
It's a freakin' mess out there. One of the walls collapsed and everybody is panicking - people running left and right, screaming. Some have fallen victim to the walkers, being eaten alive. I'd puke at the sight of it. That is, if I wasn't so busy being absolutely terrified. Terrified and annoyed, because I was about to get my revenge on Carl just before the wall fell. You see, I was going to shoot him in the back of his head. Yet the universe screws me over like so many times before. Like the time Carl beat me in a fight while I'm clearly the stronger one. Like the time Enid left me for Carl and let's be honest, between me and him, well… nobody in their right mind would choose him. And if that wasn't enough reason for me to want him to suffer, there's his goddamn psycho killer dad who killed my dad.
Speaking of Mr. Psycho Sheriff, he's playing the hero again – pretty ironic since it's his fault that a herd of walkers surrounded Alexandria in the first place - getting me and my family to safety, yelling orders to Michonne and Carl about which way to go, while also carrying a badly wounded Diana. I wonder if he'd even help me if he wasn't boning my mom.
"In there!" psycho sheriff yells, looking at my house. Michonne nods, runs forward and cleanly slices two walkers in half, clearing all the obstacles between the rest of us and my house.
The door is slammed shut behind us as soon as we're all inside. While I catch my breath, half of us are screaming at each other about what to do next while the other half is trying to shut everyone up to not draw any more attention from the walkers outside. They eventually reach a compromise – they go upstairs to continue their arguments there. But not me, I stay downstairs and unsurprisingly, so does Carl. Since we got into a fight, he doesn't trust me anymore and keeps an eye on me.
Now my mind had some time to focus, I realize this whole situation is the perfect distraction to execute my revenge and get away with it because, admittedly, I hadn't really thought through what I was going to do after shooting Carl in the middle of the street.
I just have to lure Carl to some quiet space so we won't be disturbed and I know just the place. Getting him there won't be a problem, he's easily manipulated. I put on my best 'I'm scheming and am up to no good' face - I don't even have to act much for it - and open the door to the garage, storming down the steps.
As expected, Carl follows me a few seconds later. Now it's time for step two: locking both of us in here so he can't escape, followed by step three, which is actually killing him. And while Carl might not be as smart as I am, I won't be able to just pull out my gun and take him down. I've got to keep him distracted until the right moment has arrived.
"Are you okay?" Carl says.
I genuinely hate when he pretends to care. We both know that he actually means to ask me what I'm up to. I look him in the eye with the dirtiest look I can muster and slowly circle the room to get him away from the door and simultaneously get me closer to it. Luckily, he's playing my game, also moving in a circle. It's like taking candy from a baby.
"You seem angry," Carl continues
Good job, Carl. Very perceptive. I only need to stall for a few seconds and I'll be at the door. "Can you blame me? This whole mess was started by your dad." Improvising isn't so hard when you can just tell the facts. "If it wasn't for him, there wouldn't be a herd outside."
"The herd was coming anyway. My dad tried to lure them away from the community."
Bingo. I'm at the door. I turn around, fumbling with the key to trap us inside. "Such a good job he did," I murmur.
"I'd like to see your dad do better. Oops, sorry."
I pause at his taunt and I feel the right side of my lip tremble, my heartbeat rising. I don't have to see Carl's face to know he's smirking and there's anger in me. So much anger and I just want to do it now, to shoot that smartass prick in the face, but I need to keep my calm. Just a few moments longer and it'll be over. I take a deep breath and say, "Funny," before I lock the door and put the key in my pocket.
Another deep breath. This is it. The moment where I get revenge. Revenge for my father. For Enid. For all the other shit pulled by either psycho sheriff or psycho junior.
"What are you doing?" Carl says. There's a sense of anticipation in his voice.
Without hesitation, I reach for my gun and spin around, but before I can take a shot he's ramming into me. The gun flies out of my hand as I'm pushed into the door, knocking all the air out of me for a second. He tries to keep me pinned but all the anger inside me is finally released, giving me focus and strength and I struggle for my life, resulting in both of us falling to the ground. I get up and run for the gun but before I get to it I'm tackled from behind, which I follow up by an elbow to his face.
Carl reaches for his face and I get in a punch to his stomach and get on top of him, using both of my hands to grab his head and smash it on the cold concrete floor. He blacks out for a moment, his arms falling to the floor. This is my chance: I could keep going until he's dead but the thing is, now that I'm in control I don't want it to end so quickly. So while he lies there, now half-conscious, I take the gun and hold it to his head. I wait for him to be fully aware of the situation. Both of us are panting and sweating. I smile at him – and it's not the happy sort of smile; rather, it's the 'Ha ha, I won and you're a fucking loser' kind of smile - enjoying my moment of victory and damn it, he can't even give me this little pleasure because he's not looking directly at me.
I follow his gaze and Oh. My. Shitting. God. I have a boner. First I think how is this the most important thing he's focusing on? I'm literally about to kill you but you look at my dick? But also, it's kind of embarrassing. At least, it should be, if it wasn't for the fact that yes, maybe I am aroused by all of this and maybe I don't give a damn. This power over Carl, it's exhilarating. Finally winning feels good and I want more. Need more.
"What are you doing?" Carl says.
"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing dumb ass?" I reply, undoing my belt and unbuttoning my jeans. "You're gonna suck my dick."
I have his full attention now, his eyes big as saucers.
"Look, this is crazy. Just get off me and we can pretend—"
"Shut the fuck up." I lift my hips to tug my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my dick. "No more pretending. I pretended not to hate you for long enough." I wonder if he's even listening to me anymore because he's just looking at my dick. My heart starts pounding, knowing that Carl is the first one to see me like this. Not even Enid has seen me naked in the six months we were together. In hindsight, maybe I could've known she wasn't into me. None of that matters now, though. "You will suck me off or I swear to God I'll shoot you."
It takes him a moment before he says, "You wouldn't. My dad will hear." His voice is shaky.
He's right, of course. I don't want to shoot him. That means the fun would be over. Psycho sheriff would come running down and kill me. But I can hear the edge is gone from Carl's voice – he just needs a little push and he'll do anything I say. "Then I'll shoot him too. I'm not scared of him." I slowly move forward, still holding the gun to his face, until my dick is right above his mouth. "Take your hand and put my dick in your mouth. And you better do your goddamn best and not utter another word before I say you can speak again." I push the gun harder to his head. "Now."
Carl waits a moment. His breathing hastens and I can see his one and only brain cell working hard to make a decision. And just when I think he's going for the 'fuck you, I'll never do what you say' option, he takes my dick in his hand and holds it there, still not entirely sure what to do. His hand feels good, a lot better than my own hand, but it's time for more, so I push the gun harder to his head and that seems to do the trick. His no-good mouth, which okay, is actually a very good mouth in this particular situation, wraps around my dick.
There's a light pressure while he keeps it in his mouth and the wetness and the warmth is so good that it makes me shiver. I put my free hand in his hair to encourage him to continue. A tingling sensation runs through me as he starts to suck the head. It's so sensitive but also so good. I have to hold his hair tightly just to steady myself. I didn't even know I wanted this so bad. I don't know what feels better: Carl's hot, sucking mouth slobbering on my dick or absolutely humiliating Carl fucking Grimes. It's probably the combination of the two.
"Damn you're way better at this than Enid!" Again. Enid has never even seen my penis, but the dirty talk really seems to spur the Grimes boy on.
"Haha who knew Carl Grimes was such a hungry little cockslut!" He's really going at it now. "Oh yeah! You like that? You like my dick in your throat you little faggot?!"
Goddamn this might just be the most incredible I've ever felt.
This position is starting to get pretty uncomfortable so I get off of him, stand up and pull him to his knees. I don't even have to force my cock back into his mouth because he goes right to it. Wow is he actually enjoying this?
The growls from outside are audible now. It's crazy to think that just outside there's this absolute chaos, upstairs there's Mom, Sam, and Rick, while I'm here with Carl, who, I must admit, looks so hot with his mouth on my dick. Maybe it's my lust-crazed look or maybe he just wants to get it over with, but he starts to suck harder. My hips start moving on their own, trying to jam more of my dick in his mouth. I'm about to finish.
And wouldn't you know right when I'm about to bust in Carl's throat the silence is broken by a knock on the door. "Jesus Christ!" I gasp in response to the sudden sound.
Well that's just fucking great, I think to myself. Can't a guy just get his fucking nut off around here?
"Hello? Ron? Are you and Carl in there?"
It's Sam and on the one hand, I'm glad it's just him and not one of the others. On the other hand, why the hell isn't Sam with everybody else and why is no one ever looking out for the kids? Letting them wander the whole place like there aren't monsters outside eager for a snack like Sam.
"Yes." I respond, putting an index finger to my lips, warning Carl not to do anything stupid, moving my hips gently to urge him to continue doing what he was doing.
"What are you doing? Why are you guys in there?" Sam says.
I'm trying to find the right words to kindly tell Sam to fuck the hell off. A wet mouth on your dick really complicates things though and all I can think of is 'Sam, fuck off." but that response would only make matters worse, so I try to focus and think clearly about what to say to my annoying little shit of a brother.
"Sam, fuck off!" Okay, shit. Did I already mention a hot mouth on your dick makes it really hard to think?
For a moment Sam actually shuts up, but then he says, "I'm telling mom..."
Damn it! And now I know why everybody lets their kids wander about in the apocalypse. What a fucking cockblocking little bitch!
"Go tell her you little brat! I don't fucking care!" I hear his loud ass little footsteps running off to go tattle and now I only have a minute or two to finish things off before mom gets here.
"Suck harder!" I command the boy still on his knees in front of me. Surprisingly he does and I might actually be able to finish in time. "Yes, that's good. You look so hot sucking my dick, Carl. You're so fucking hot." I didn't actually want to say that but my mind has no filter on it anymore. It seems to spur Carl on though because now he's using both his hands and mouth to get me off as fast as he can. This continues for another minute or so until I'm right on the edge. "Shit, I'm about to cum!" I grab Carl by the hair and thrust my member as far into his mouth as I can. Just when my balls explode, I hear mom outside the door.
"Ron? Open this door." She knocks on the door while I ride out my orgasm and give Carl every last bit of sperm I have to give.
Another voice joins mom's. "Carl?"
Great, psycho sheriff is there too. A part of me wants Rick to see what's going on. To walk in and see his son eating my hot semen. But that would likely not end well for me. "Yeah, hold on. The door is stuck." I push Carl off my dick, pull up my boxers and jeans, and pocket the gun. Carl's not gonna fight me now anyways. He's probably too embarrassed.
I walk to the door and fish the key out of my pocket, put the key in the door, look back to see if Carl stood up. He did. He reaches down to pick up his King County Sheriff hat from the ground, dusts it off, and places it back on his pretty little head. He then looks down at the floor with a somewhat defeated expression which, I'm not gonna lie... gives me a little spark of joy. Fully satisfied with myself, I unlock the door.
Mom comes in, followed by psycho sheriff. "Ron, why were you in here in the first place? And why were you mean to your brother?"
"I'm sorry, mom." I say making my best impression of an innocent face – which mom falls for every single time – "We wanted to make sure everything was secure in here, but then the door slammed shut behind us and we couldn't find the key."
She seems suspicious but accepts the excuse.
"Carl, you okay?" psycho sheriff says. "You look a bit pale."
For a second I hold my breath. If Carl tells the truth, I'll have no choice but to fire my gun at both him and his dad. Though I doubt he'll tell his Dad that he just gave me a blowjob. And I'm right because Carl nods and doesn't say a word like a good little boy.
"Okay," Rick says. "Well now that we've got the two of you here, let me tell you what's up. We can't stay here... Not for long. The streets are still crowded and probably will be for some time. We're just going to hold out here for the night and at first light we're going to find a way to regroup with the others and figure out our next move from there. Clear?"
"Crystal" I respond with a slight sarcastic tone the prick didn't even seem to pick up on.
"Good. Now you two will be sharing a room tonight, that okay?"
My heart skips a beat at the thought but the more I ponder the idea, the more my mind convinces me that this is the perfect opportunity for some more fun. I look back at Carl who is still avoiding my gaze. I turn to psycho sheriff and smile. "I think that's a great idea, Rick."