Stay With Me *Walking Dead Fan Fiction*

Chapter 12

(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SEXUAL SCENE. STOP READING IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF IT.)

*Rachel's POV*

I wake up the next morning, realizing today is the day. Today is Carl's birthday.

I smile and pull myself out of bed. I put on a beige sweater and skinny jeans and try to make myself look presentable. It sounds ridiculous because I live in a FREAKING ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE but he's still my boyfriend.

I walk out into the hallway and run up behind the person I love most. I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him. I kiss his neck softly and say, "Happy Birthday, handsome." He turns to face me and smiles, "Thank you, beautiful." I smile giddily and place my lips onto his.

He places his hand on my neck and I keep my hands around his waist. He finally pulls away and says, "Was that my gift?" with a wink. I giggle, "Nope. You can come open it now if you want." I say, pulling him by his shirt collar. He raises his eyebrows and says, "Yess, ma'am."

I lead him into my room and I get the little box I kept under my pillow. He sits down, anxious for what I'll give him. I hand him the box, smiling. He opens it and his mouth gapes open in awe. It's a picture of him smiling with me kissing him on the cheek that I took with Maggie's Polaroid. He looks up at me and smiles, and I say, "Now we can always have a memory of each other, wherever we go."

He hesitates for a moment, then suddenly back me onto the bed, kissing me. I kiss him back, and he hold my wrists down on the bed.

These kisses were different than the ones we had before, even when we kind of made out. They were breathless and passionate, and I loved them. I suddenly wanted to do things with him that I've never dreamed about.

He quickly places kisses down my jawline, and moves to my neck. I place both of my hands at the bottom of his shirt, tugging. I say softly in between breaths, "Carl." He stops kissing, but stays at my neck, panting. He pants and says, "Yeah baby?"

I coo at the pet name, but then quickly regain myself. I softly say, "Off."

He slowly sits up and swiftly takes off his shirt in one motion. He quickly comes back down, kissing me, not giving me a chance to admire his chest. I glide my hands on his chest and toned muscles, loving it. Loving him.

He keeps kissing my neck, and I stifle a moan as he reaches a sensitive spot on my neck. He doesn't stop when I do, he just keeps kissing and sucking, then nibbles a little bit, making me automatically arch my back, colliding my hips with his.

He sits me up on his lap and swiftly takes off my shirt. I suddenly feel insecure, but a little smile tugs at his lips and he just lays back on top of me, kissing my lips again.

He glides his hands around my back and my stomach, slowly rising to my chest.

He suddenly stops and rests his forehead on mine, panting loudly. "Crap," he says. "Not-Not like this."

"What?" I say, my lips all puffy and my hair all stringy. He slowly gets up off of me. "We'll end up going farther and farther and I just can't do this when I'm only 15 and the whole group could just walk in on us."

"Don't worry, it's okay. I understand." I say, getting up and pulling my shirt back on.

After a few minutes of changing, he walks back over to me and kisses my forehead, "I really did love your gift, I hope you know that, babe." I smile sweetly and say, "Good. You're welcome."

Then he says those three words again:

"I love you."

"I love you too, Carl." I say, hugging him tightly. He wraps his hands around my waist, and keeps us close, as if we're stuck like glue.

The rest of the day involves lots of hugs, kisses, and every once in a while, he grabs my hand.