“I changed
my name in the registry today,” Carol said.
She sat on
the concrete wall and looked out at the temporary wall that had been erected to
keep the walkers out until a permanent brick wall could be built. Once they had
security behind the brick wall, which would be thick and filled with concrete,
they would concentrate on cutting down the trees and chopping it up so that
they could use the wood for many other purposes, including heating and cooking.
They had, literally, years of work ahead of them.
The solar
panels that had been brought in made a long double row that soaked up sun and
made it possible to power the electric vehicles they were using to aid in
construction, as well as the power tools and the deep freezers that were being
used to store meat. So much progress had been made and their community was
growing. Talk of some kind of turbine to generate even more electricity was
being discussed with the two engineers who’d been welcomed into their
community.
Rick Grimes
had finally taken off his farmer’s hat and was now back in a leadership
position where he excelled. He sat beside her and handed her a cold beer. The
wall faced west and the sun was going down. About ten feet behind and below
Carol a group of walkers hissed and stared hungrily up at her. She didn’t even
really register their presence. She’d learned to tune them out.
“Mmmm…”
Carol said, taking the can from her lips. “Oh, God, that’s good.”
“Tell me
about it,” said Rick, after a long pull off his drink.
Carol
spotted Michonne walking into the prison with Inga, one of the engineers who
was helping to bring electricity and positive change to the prison. Without her
and her husband Johan’s work the fences would have fallen long ago and they’d
have been overrun with walkers.
“She’s with
Daryl now,” Carol said.
“Unlikely
pairing,” Rick replied.
“Not really.
Daryl’s never been the racist that his brother was. Does it bother you?”
“A little.
Does it bother you?”
“It did at
first. I’m over it now.”
Rick
regarded Carol. “You get over things quickly.”
“If you’d
lived the life I did, you’d realize you had to.”
“To you,
Miss Godfrey,” Rick said, using her maiden name, which she’d taken back that
day.
“To our
home,” she said, and they clunked their beer cans together.
The drinking
continued since Rick had come up with a six pack in a Styrofoam cooler. Carol
had never been much of a drinker, and Rick hadn’t drank in years, so they both
felt the alcohol fairly quickly. Rick thought of the visit Carol had paid to
his room a couple of years before, when they’d first moved into the prison.
He’d been lonely. She’d cured that loneliness by mounting him and bringing him
release.
Now that it
was dark, such things were on his mind again.
“Time to go
in,” Carol said, seemingly unaware that Rick’s eyes were repeatedly drawn to
her breasts and her hips. He climbed down and then helped her to the ground. As
soon as she was on her feet he put his hands on her hips.
“I’ve been
thinking about that night we had together when we first moved into the prison,”
he said.
In the
moonlight Carol could see his eyes had a hooded quality, and his pupils were
dilated from more than just dusk.
“Yeah?” she
said, feeling his fingers dig into her hips.
Rick eased
Carol against the wall. When she didn’t object, his lips came down upon hers.
She greeted the kiss with only a slight hesitation, but after a few moments
pulled back.
“What’s the
matter?” he asked.
“Anybody
could see us,” she said.
He looked
around. The wall didn’t have much in the way of cover and if someone would come
out, they’d be caught. The prison cells were full so they couldn’t exactly
sneak into his bunk without somebody hearing them, regardless of how quiet they
tried to be. That was the only drawback to living in a cellblock--everybody
knew when someone got laid.
Rick took
Carol’s hand and led her further back into the trees. There, between the wall
and the bushes, they had more privacy. His hands skimmed up her shirt, over the
soft skin of her belly, to push her shirt over her head. He reached around back
and unhooked her bra, anxious to free her breasts, to touch them, and to suckle
her nipples, things he hadn’t gotten to enjoy the one time they’d had a tryst
in his cell in the middle of the night.
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