Tell Me You Love Me

Daddy

After Negan had left Rick's house, Carl and Judith arrived at home. Unsure of what to make for dinner Rick let Carl decide, since he liked to cook.

"Carl, you mind making dinner tonight? I don't know what to make and we don't have any leftovers." Rick said.

"Yeah, sure." Carl responded, then headed towards the cabinets to search for ingredients.

Carl stopped in his tracks and turned to face his father. "Was Negan over today?" Carl asked with a mischievous look on his face.

"Uh, yeah. He came over. Why?" Rick was confused.

"Just curious...is everything ok between you guys? Did he apologize?" Carl asked quietly.

"Yeah, he apologized. We're fine Carl, I promise. You don't have to worry." Rick sighed.

Carl took a moment to look into Rick's eyes, giving him a soft smile. "Alright. You know what'll happen if he starts being a dick again" Carl spat.

"Language? Judith is right here, Carl, come on." Rick rolled his eyes before he walked away towards the bathroom. He could hear Carl giggling as he turned his back on him.

After they had finished dinner, Rick took Judith upstairs for a bath then put her in bed.

Carl had done the dishes from dinner and was now up in his room, reading his comic books.

Rick was alone downstairs, slumped back on the couch. His thoughts consumed him and before he could even realize it, warmth spread between his thighs and he was suddenly hard.

It took every muscle in him to not touch himself, he tried doing other things to distract him but nothing worked.

He was trying to keep his word on not finishing without Negan.

Despite his efforts, he budged and couldn't control himself. He slipped his shirt off, then layed his head back on the couch. He slowly unzipped his pants and slid them down to his knees, along with his underwear.

He knew Negan was gunna be mad if he found out, but Rick didn't plan on telling him.

He grabbed the base of his dick, slowly stroking it up and down. The faster he went, the more his breath began to speed up and hitch.

After a few minutes of stroking himself, he could feel his climax start to rise.

As he got closer and closer, there was a sudden knock at the door. Rick sprung up from the couch, quickly pulling up his underwear and pants. He didn't bother with his shirt.

"Shit" Rick mumbled as he headed towards the door. He reached for the handle and stopped for a moment, wondering who would be at his door this late.

He turned the knob and slowly opened the door, only opening it enough for his face to be shown through the crack.

"Negan...what are you doing here?" Rick asked frantically.

Negan was eyeing the door up and down, as if he was trying to see through it. "Open the door Rick" Negan ordered with a smirk on his face.