Rarl one-shots.

17|Couch.

Carl had the house all by himself, he knew it and he intended to take advantage of it now that Ron was here and not at Hilltop.

After his family died and everything that happened with Glenn and Abraham, Ron moved to Hilltop, so he rarely saw him, so he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to be with his boyfriend after weeks without seeing him.

"You can come back, you know that, don't you?"

Carl whispers as he kisses Ron's neck, talking between kisses and touches.

"You can stay here with us, dad won't mind. I miss you."

"I miss you too, sweetie, but I have too many responsibilities at the hilltop how to leave them like this out of nowhere." Ron puts his arm around Carl's waist and kisses his cheek, then his lips when he shakes his head.

"Is he more important than me?" Carl questions between whispers against Ron's lips.

"Nothing is more important than you."

Carl feels his cheeks burn and smiles, catching his boyfriend's lips in a fiery, obscene kiss.

Carl breaks the kiss and slides to the floor, sneering at Ron from below and licks his still clothed boyfriend's groin.

"It's obvious that you missed me." says Carl.

"This is a problem?"

"Well...I wouldn't mind helping you with this actually."

"Better later, come here."

Ron pats his thighs and Carl like the obedient boy he is, gets up and sits on his boyfriend's lap, kissing him again with intensity, desire and need. Carl isn't sure if Ron was able to understand how much he had missed him just from kissing and touching his body, but he expected him to, even though knowing him, he did.

Carl groans as Ron squeezes his ass and pulls him closer to his body, pushing his hard cock against his pronounced fat ass. Ron had missed those sounds so much...

Ron grabs Carl around the waist and lays him down on the couch, continuing to kiss and touch him. Carl holds onto him tightly and wraps his legs around Ron's hip.

"Fuck me once, please..." Carl pleads, desperate.

"As the princess wishes."

Carl doesn't even bother to tell him that he won't call him that, he just sighs and throws his head back when Ron pushes him hard enough to make him groan.

"Rooon...Ron!" Carl exclaims when he sees his father on the porch. They told him that they would return until evening, what the hell were they doing here?

Ron breaks away quickly when he hears the door open and they both try to fix their clothes and hair as fast as they can. Carl will have a long talk with Rick later about lying to him about when he would return from appointments or whatever.

"You know we saw you from the other corner, right?" Rick says.

Neither of them quite knows what to say, so they don't.

God, had his parents seen him suck Ron? What a shame! Ron was so dead...

"How was your date?" Carl asks, in a vain attempt not to have this conversation and forget about what happened.

"Oh no, you can't change the subject here young man. We're talking about this." says Andrea, as she sits on the sofa across from them both.

"What are we talking about?" and that was Daryl, followed by Tara.

"How they almost desecrated my sofa."

Carl never wanted the earth to swallow him up so much, or better yet; let a walker do it, but he'll never have that luck because he's fucking immune, nor is it good for that.

Ron for his part couldn't bring himself to look up from the floor, he was just crossing his legs, while Carl had a cushion on his lap.

They were so fucking obvious.

"Mom..." Carl begins.

"Nothing. I want an explanation of why they decided it was a good idea to have sex on my couch. Carl, you have a room with a door and a very comfortable bed." says Andrea, looking more amused than angry.

"The heat of the moment. You don't think, you just do it." Daryl says, in an attempt to defend both teens or further embarrass them. He wasn't sure and Carl doesn't appreciate him talking.

"I'm sorry?" Carl says, though he doesn't seem to.

"Who is dominant?"

"Tara!" Andrea scolds her and shakes her head.

Tara raises her hands in peace and Ron chuckles.

"Ron, I'm really interested in talking to you alone, come on." Rick takes Ron by the arm and drags him into the kitchen.

Carl really feels sorry for his boyfriend and watches as he is kidnapped by his father until they disappear behind a wall. Maybe he wouldn't be traumatized enough to finish him... if he was lucky.

"Can we not talk to everyone looking at me like I'm a circus attraction?" Carl asks, uncomfortable.

"You're not a circus attraction, Carl. You're a horny teenager who thought it was a good idea to desecrate my couch." Andrea shakes her head.

"I was convinced we never had the talk with him..." Daryl says, sitting down next to Andrea. "Do you really know how this works, kid? We can still give you the talk."

Carl blushes and shakes his head.

"Denise already did! I know all this, thanks." Carl is quick to say.

"Then they've done it before. You looked pretty confident when you knelt down for him." Andrea said, smirking at the completely flushed face of her son.

Tara bursts out laughing and wipes away some fake tears. How dramatic.

"Carl, I recommend that you put a pillow or something comfortable under your knees. It may not seem like it, but when you sit on your knees for several minutes it hurts." said Tara, it would be enough.

"What fucking advice is that, Tara?" Daryl looks at her as if he's caught her doing the most vulgar thing in the world to her. "It's better in bed. You know kid, just lie on your stomach and bye-bye sore knees. Keep it simple."

Carl hates them all so much...

"And use protection. Always use protection! The last thing I need is for you to die of a sexually transmitted disease. Do you know how stupid that sounds? It's the apocalypse and you're dying of AIDS." Andrea scoffs and snorts.

Before anyone else can say anything, they hears a bang from the kitchen and a squeal from Ron.

Carl is the only one to jump out of his place to go help his boyfriend.

"Dad!?"

"Carl, Ron and I are having a conversation. We need privacy," Rick replies, his arm around Ron's shoulder a bit too tightly.

Carl watches the pale face of his boyfriend and how he clings tightly to the counter.

"Did you hit him?"

Rick looks at Carl like he has an extra eye and shakes his head.

"Carl, do you really think that about me? Ron accidentally pushed the chair away."

Rick points to the chair on the floor and Carl lets out all the breath he's been holding.

"Forget it. Don't scare my boyfriend. Come on, Ron." Carl gives Rick a glare with no real hate and grabs Ron's arm, leading him out of the kitchen.

"Remember what we talked about Ron, have fun." Rick greets them with a smile and stifles a laugh at Ron's scared expression.

"What did he tell you?" Carl asks when they are away from Rick.

"He was just worried that we're not taking care of ourselves." Ron replies nervously.

"Liar! He threatened you! What did he tell you?"

"Nothing! He wasn't threatening me, I swear!"

As they argue, Ron is dragged up the stairs by Carl.

"And Carl, may this be the last time you want to fuck on my fucking sofa!" Andrea yells from the living room.