Three Empty Words

Chapter Twelve

"Waking up. Beside you I'm a loaded gun. I can't contain this anymore. I'm all yours I've got no control. No control. Powerless. And I don't care it's obvious. I just can't get enough of you. The pedal's down, my eyes are closed. No control." ~ One Direction (No Control)

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Thea's PoV

The next morning, I awoke with a loud groan. It seemed that my curtains didn't block out enough of the sunlight to not hurt my eyes when I attempted to open them. I lifted my arm to lay it over my eyes. A sigh escaped my lips when I shifted my body underneath the covers. It felt sore, and it took me a second to remember why. I sat up quicker than I've ever done before, although I instantly regretted it. I winced, but pushed through the pain to see one of the culprits of my pain still sleeping next to me.

Relaxing at the sight of my boyfriend, I lied back down. I didn't feel like moving. Not now and probably not for the rest of the day. But, it wasn't a normal day. It never was during the apocalypse. We all had duties to preform, so I was going to lie here with him as long as time allowed. I pressed my body up to his side, feeling the warmth that came directly from his bare skin to mine. My fingers traced up and down his arm and then his chest. When I brushed over his scar, he stirred, and I stilled.

"Morning, Thee," he mumbled, not opening his eye. I smiled and propped myself up to see his face.

"Good morning, Cowboy. Sleep tight?" I asked with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"Amazing," he yawned and finally opened his eye. His bangs fell over his forehead, covering his injury. The bandage that usually covered it up was somewhere among our discarded clothes. I giggled and planted a kiss on his cheek, before moving away and lying down once more. My eyes landed up on the ceiling, gazing at nothing while a smile splayed on my face. After a few moments, my view was blocked when Carl decided to crawl over to me and rest on his hands and knees above me.

"Hi," I grinned. He rolled his eye and leaned down to promptly kiss me. I smiled into it, knowing I didn't care about the morning breath I was sure both of us had. We were both getting back into the moment, although in the back of my mind I knew it wasn't a good idea. I was still really sore, and plus we didn't have any more protection, but luckily it didn't go that far. The door to my room swung open, and I practically threw Carl off of me. To my utter most horror, Rick Grimes stood in the doorway with a stunned look on his features. I squeaked and pulled the blanket up to cover my chest and Carl slipped back under to cover his lower half.

"Come out when you're decent," he grunted and swiftly slammed the door shut. Glancing at Carl with a mortified expression, I hurried to gather some clothes and get dressed.

"We're so dead," I muttered under my breath, smoothing down the wrinkled clothes I threw on in a frenzy. Carl just a sent a smirk my way, taking his sweet time putting on his clothes from yesterday, excluding the bandage. I rolled my eyes at him, knowing he loved to spite his dad as much as he could. As I was the first one done, I opened the door and stepped out, seeing Rick was still waiting on the other side.

"You needed something?" Carl asked, finally joining the two of us. I shot him a look, crossing my arms over my chest. I stood as straight as I could, but standing was something I really didn't want to be doing at the moment.

"Michonne and I will be gone for a few days. Getting the guns for Jadis," he said, this information more pointed towards me since I actually knew who he was talking about. Then he turned his attention to his son. "Tara should be helping out with watching Judith. I also want you to keep an eye on Rosita. I want to know if she leaves at all while we're gone. Don't try to stop her."

"We can't go out and help?" I asked in a small, pleading voice. If it concerns Jadis, I wanted to be there.

"You're especially not going, Thea. You need to take it easy for awhile," Rick advised, looking over my pretty battered state. I sighed, but agreed with him nonetheless. I looked to Carl, seeing if he was going to volunteer, but he actually stayed quiet for once.

"Be careful, then. And don't go to the junkyard without me," I told him sternly. He gave me a smile and nodded his head.

"You be careful, too. If you know what I mean," he warned, before walking away. My face heated up again. The embarrassment of Rick catching us was almost the worst thing I'd ever experienced.

"Well, he didn't kill us," Carl noted. I punched him lightly on the shoulder.

"I'm starting to think he likes me better than you. That's why he went easy on us," I smirked. Carl scoffed and headed towards the bathroom. I was quick to follow after him. He glanced over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

"You wanna join me in the shower?" he asked curiously. I stopped in my tracks as I registered what he was actually going to the bathroom for. I figured it was just for a new bandage. I thought about it for a moment, before shrugging my shoulders, which I regretted. I flinched slightly, but kept a smile on my face.

"I'd love to," I told him, starting to walk again. "Just no funny business. I can barely stand as it is." He nodded, a frown sliding onto his lips.

"Was I too rough last night?" I groaned at his question.

"That's only part of it, Jackass," I mumbled, pushing past him and entering the bathroom. I had already started heating up the water when he walked in and shut the door.

"Still need help getting undressed?" he asked cheekily. I rolled my eyes, but nodded anyways. I let him undress me. Every chance he got, he would place his lips onto my bare skin. I had to push him off of me, so I could actually step under the water. I had just gotten my hair wet when he stepped under the water with me. I tried my best to keep my eyes above his waist as best as I could and to keep my mind pure, but he made it very difficult when he made a point to hug me as much as possible.

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Later that evening, I was sprawled out on the couch. Tara, Judith, and Carl were spread out on the floor. It was peaceful, watching the three of them play. A smile made it's home on my face as they were trying to teach Judith some easy words to speak.

Watching Carl interact with his baby sister had my mind wandering into the future. If we made it out of this war alive. If we found a way to actually live in this apocalypse, would there be a possibility of me being a mother to his children. Would we even stay together? It wasn't a secret that we've had our share of ups and downs. The thought scared the hell out of me, but it also made me look forward to what may come in the future.