The Love Club - Pt 4 - Zach and Carol

A/N: I'm not twisted. I'm creative and daring and I think outside the box. Sometimes sex is awkward and scary. Some of my reasons for writing this pairing is that I wanted to. I wanted it to be silly and lighthearted and not taken at all seriously. This entire series is about exploration of different characters coming together, being with people that they normally wouldn't be with, and me exploring how they would react to finding themselves in the 'bedroom' with each other. So keep that in mind when you read.

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Carol Peletier wrung her hands and paced. This was insane. It was literally insane. Love Club? Surely it couldn’t be real. Surely people that she’d known for four years, had put at her back against horror and danger, starvation and fear, weren’t letting some anonymous person hook them up with each other, or the Woodbury survivors, for casual sexual encounters. Surely not. It seemed so wrong.

It was also undeniably intriguing. Who would she get if she decided to join this club? What if whoever she was partnered with decided to back out? Who was this Matchmaker? It had to be someone from Woodbury. That was the only explanation she could accept.

Sunday evening. Seven p.m. The prison laundry.

Carol watched the meat on the grill cook for a few moments, contemplating the time and place of her first scheduled hookup. No one was looking so she discreetly slipped the paper in among the coals where it began to burn. She didn’t have to go, of course. Nobody was twisting her arm. As she doled out meat during lunch she wondered who all was in club.

Of course nobody spoke of it. That was the only real rule of import. Don’t talk about it. Carol had no way to know which of her friends was actually in the club. She also didn’t know how long it had been going on before she was invited to join. Now that she looked back on it, though, the past few weeks had seen some odd behavior amongst her friends.

Sometimes Carol caught Rick and Beth sharing a lingering look. She’d seen Sasha touch Daryl in a very intimate fashion by running her fingertips through his hair one day, ostensibly to clear out a few pine needles that had fallen into his hair when he’d returned from the forest, but the gaze that passed between them was one that suggested they’d touched one another before. People seemed to be sharing a lot of loaded glances. Was it her imagination or was something going on?

“You okay?”

Rick Grimes had his plate up and was smiling at her.

“I said your name twice but you look like your mind had wandered,” he explained.

“Sorry. I was thinking.”

Carol loaded a few slices of deer meat onto his plate and looked around to see if anyone was watching. She decided it was safe to speak.

“I received a really odd note.”

To her surprise, Rick only winked at her and left. Carol was convinced that Rick knew about the Love Club and was probably even a member. Was that the reason behind the intense look between him and Beth? Had he had sex with her? The girl was barely legal.

You could end up with him…

The idea that she could end up with Rick Grimes made Carol’s thighs quiver. It wasn’t like she hadn’t imagined it before. She’d thought of him almost as much, if not more, than Daryl Dixon. Tyreese sometimes slipped into her mind when she felt just right under the sheets in her bunk at night and she allowed her hands to wander over her body.

Carol didn’t hold out too much hope she would luck up on Rick her first time out. Knowing her luck she’d get Creepy Kevin, the guy from Woodbury who had the shifty eyes and the growth on his nose.

Autumn seemed determined, this year, to drown them in rain. It meant the lower level of the prison would probably flood again, as it had in the spring when they’d gotten a lot of rain. It must have been a problem when the prison was functioning for its intended purpose because they’d found a storage room packed full of sandbags and Rick had ordered them placed in problem areas. It was a band aid solution at best, though.

Fortunately for Carol the floor was dry when she made her way to the laundry room half an hour after her shower. She was a few minutes early but the facility was deserted. She carefully checked before hopping up on one of the laundry tables to wait.

The minute hand advanced painfully slow on her watch. When it was seven p.m. the door handle rattled and she felt her stomach clench, wondering who was about to walk through the door.

Don’t be Creepy Kevin. Don’t be Creepy Kevin.

It wasn’t Creepy Kevin. It was worse. Carol shook her head in disbelief.

“Zach?”

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He shut the door and looked at her with wide eyes set in a very pale face. She’d always known him to come off as cocky. He was anything but now.

“Have walkers gotten in?” she said. Surely that had to be it. Surely this Matchmaker wouldn’t pair her up with Zach. He must have wandered in by mistake, looking for a safe haven from intruding walkers.

“I was told to be here at seven,” he said. His voice was high pitched and he was sweating lightly. His hair was also lightly damp from the shower.

“I was also told to give you this.”

He pulled something from his pocket and handed it to her. She opened the tiny scrap of paper. There was a single word printed in blocky all-caps.

VIRGIN

“Oh, God…”

The other note had said she could back out if she wasn’t compatible with her assigned partner. She was ready to do just that.

“So, I was told I’d get an experienced woman,” Zach said. “You like, were married once, right? You had a daughter. You have experience.”

“Zach, this isn’t how your first time should be.”

“I just want to have a first time. I’m twenty-one and I haven’t done it yet. I was always weird around girls and then this plague hit and I never had the chance to do it. I just…Please? We’re supposed to do this. The Matchmaker must know what they’re doing, right?”

Apparently not, Carol thought.

“I could die any day. I just want to do it,” he said.

He had such wide eyes and Carol felt a stab of pity for the boy. He’s a virgin. He just wants to get it over with. He was told he’d be given someone with experience. Why her, though?

“Did you bring a condom?”

He shook his head.

He was a virgin. The likelihood he’d pass on a disease was minimal. She’d had a partial hysterectomy a when Sophia was three due to a fibroid. She couldn’t have children. Condoms weren’t really necessary, she supposed. Not when she couldn’t get pregnant and he couldn’t have an STD.

Just do it for the boy. It’ll be over in seconds anyway.

“I guess,” Carol conceded.

He relaxed and started toward her. All his usual swagger was gone, especially when he stopped in front of her, and held his hands up as though unsure what to do next.

Wow. He really doesn’t have any experience, Carol thought. She looked around. There was nowhere for them to lie down but her eyes landed on a dryer that had blankets stuffed inside. The door was slightly open. When she went over to the pile she opened it and realized the blankets were clean. Whoever had planned this must have put them there. She pulled them out and arranged them on the floor.

“Put that chair under the door handle. We don’t need someone walking in,” Carol said, while she spread out the four thick blankets into a soft cushion.

Zach did as ordered and then came over to Carol.

“I’m ready. You?” he said eagerly.

“Yeah,” she replied, trying not to let sarcasm seep through. If she ever found this matchmaker she was going to kill them with her bare hands.

He kissed her. It was sloppy and fast and kind of endearing but Carol still put a stop to it. She gave him instruction on how she liked to be kissed. Eager to learn, he put his hands on her hips and kissed her the way she showed him.

“Okay,” she said. “That’s good.”

He smiled, pleased with himself, and let his eyes wander to her breasts. Carol really didn’t want to get naked with a twenty-one year old but he seemed so eager she put her discomfort aside and allowed his hands to wander over her body and under her shirt. She finally pulled it off and unhooked her bra. Zach sighed.

“I’ve never seen them up close in real life,” he said. “I was seventeen when the Turn happened and I hadn’t gotten this far with a girl yet,” he explained. “Can I?”

Carol nodded and allowed him to touch her. Despite the nightmare scenario she found herself in the look of wonder on his face as he handled her tits pebbled her nipples and she thought it wasn’t completely unpleasant. Still, she didn’t want to draw this out any longer than she had to. She encouraged Zach to undress and she pulled off the rest of her clothes along with him. His eyes were glued to her body and she saw his erection spring to life. It wasn’t the most impressive she’d ever seen but he wasn’t shabby, either.

“Lie down,” she said. Zach started to but hesitated.

“Shouldn’t I be on top?”

“If you want.”

“I do.”

As soon as she lay down he began kissing her sloppily again, forgetting his little kissing lesson in his enthusiasm. He groped her breasts and moaned into her mouth. This was his moment. She wasn’t going to scold him or push him away. Oddly enough, Carol got caught up in the kiss and for just a moment she felt very young again.

“Now what?” he said breathlessly.

She wiped her mouth and helped him get situated between her thighs.

“You guide yourself into me,” she said, surprised by how wet she was. It had been a long time since she’d had sex. Three years to be precise. Though this wasn’t how she’d wanted to end the drought she was determined to see it through.

He had difficulty so Carol reached down and put the head of his dick at her entrance.

“Now push,” she said.

He pushed forward and she relaxed, allowing him to slide into her.

“Oh, God!” he said, his eyes wide for a moment. Then he squeezed them shut. “Oh, Jesus! Wow…wow! It feels so good!”

“You move now,” she said, trying very hard not to laugh. She was afraid she’d traumatize him and make him afraid of women for the rest of his life if she did. “Thrust. Move your hips back. In and out.”

He did as instructed, balancing himself on his arms. His pace was clumsy and he slid out the first three times he pulled back so that Carol had to guide him in again. Then he found his pace.

“Too hard?” he asked, worried he’d hurt her.

“No, you can do it as hard as you want. I’m fine.”

He thrust three times, hard, and then stiffened. She felt him come, explosively, while he moaned and shivered before collapsing on her.

“I can’t breathe,” she said.

“Sorry.”

He rolled off her and Carol lay looking up at the ceiling. Intercourse had taken only about forty-five seconds from the time he entered her, which was better than she'd expected. When he’d caught his breath, Carol got up and started to dress. Zach looked ready to sleep right there but he forced himself up and pulled on his clothes.

“Remember, you can’t talk about this to anyone or you’ll be kicked out of the club.”

She hoped that threat was enough to keep his mouth shut. If he told anyone she’d popped his cherry she’d just die of the shame.

“I won’t. I promise. Thanks, Carol. It was awesome.”

“Sure thing, Zach,” she said kindly, and tolerated another kiss. She let him leave first, and when she was alone, she kicked the pile of blankets that had acted as their bed.

“I’d better get Rick or Daryl or Tyreese next time, damn it!” Carol shouted, on the off chance that whoever had orchestrated her first tryst was listening. “I deserve better than that!”

Yeah, Carol thought, as she left the laundry room. If I ever find the Matchmaker I’m gonna kill them. 

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A/N: Okay...maybe I'm a little twisted.




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