Found Book One

Who Are You?

Voices and footsteps pull me out of my dreamless sleep. It's dark when I glance up at the window, Carl groans and pulls me closer to him, "It's just dad," he whispers against my hair. I smile and tuck my nose under his ear and slowly drift off into sleep again.

I push myself up onto my elbows, Carl is laying face down on the bed. I look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it's almost six. I scoot over to him and lay on my own stomach so I can look at the freckles on his back. I gently trace my fingers over his soft skin, he doesn't move. 

I place a kiss to his shoulder before I crawl out of bed as painlessly as I can. I manage to grab the light brown ace bandage off the floor. I get it partly wrapped around my chest. I feel hands on my hips "You shoulda asked for help," Carl whispers against my skin.

I smile as he takes the fabric from my hands and pulls one edge to the side of my chest. He slowly wraps my breasts and ribs, placing kisses on my shoulders and neck every so often. "What time is it?" he asks me as he pins the bandage on with safety pins from the bedside table.

"It's like six" I tell him, as he gathers clothes to throw in the laundry basket on the other side of the room. Carl pulls me over to the bed, "Quickie?" he questions, "Hopefully not," I mutter as I lay down on the bed. 

Carl leans between my legs, I wrap my legs around his hips to pull him close. "Certainly not," he whispers as he presses kisses to my neck. I gasp as he slowly enters me. I tuck his hair behind his ear so I can look into his eye. 

Carl flinches, I grab his face between my hands. "What's wrong?" I ask him. Carl stops and looks up at me, "What if you decide that you don't want me anymore," he asks. 

I grab his arm with one hand and cup his cheek with the other, "I love you, no matter what happens or what you look like," I say. I run my fingers over the jagged scars, "I love you, okay," I say firmly, "Nothing will ever change that," I say. 

He looks so vulnerable and he's staring at me with his beautiful blue eye. I pull his lips to mine and I kiss him with everything I have because I know my actions will speak louder than anything I can say to him. 

Carl's tongue slides between my lips, he thrusts into me again. He's so gentle and loving, I give a slight tug to his dark hair. I moan into his mouth when he begins to move faster. He grabs my right hand. 

Our fingers twist together as he presses my hand into the mattress, I dig my nails into the back of his hand. His mouth on mine is keeping the moans that want to escape muffled so we don't wake anyone. I collapse onto the bed before Carl is even finished. 

"You okay?" he asks, I can't help but pant. I nod and Carl rolls off of me, I smirk and slide off the bed. Carl looks confused as I sit on my heels in front of him, I place my hands on his thighs and take a deep breath before I slide them up. When I wrap my hand around his cock he takes a sharp breath. 

I look up at him through my lashes, Carl's brows furrow. I keep my face neutral as I lean forward onto my knees so I can take the hardened muscle into my mouth. The man above me gasps as I circle the tip of his cock with my tongue. 

I keep my eyes on his until he throws his head back. Even then I keep my eyes fixed up at his throat, that clenches when he groans. I push myself until he hits the back of my throat. 

I fight the urge to gag, I do the trick that I used to hear from my friend Myra and I squeeze my thumb into the palm of my hand. Carl's hand moves into my hair, he tugs my hair lightly. 

I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, "Shit," he mutters as his cum pours into my mouth. I choke to swallow the liquid, Carl pulls out of my mouth and I manage to get it down my throat. 

"Wow," Carl says as he grabs my shoulders gently. He trails his thumb over my bottom lip to clean the jizz that leaked out of my mouth. 

I grab his hand and place his thumb in my mouth. "Have you done that before?" he asks, I shake my head, "Well that was the best one I've ever had," he comments. 

I frown, "You've had a blow job before?" I question, "Just one or well," Carl says as he thinks for a moment. "Four," he answers finally, "Who?" I ask as I sit beside him. Carl stands and walks over to the dresser. 

"It was just three girls, before," he says as he gets out clothes for himself. I stand up and walk over to him, "Can you tell me their names?" I ask. Carl shakes his head. I sigh, deciding not to press the matter further. 

He hands me one of his t-shirts and a pair of my underwear. I sit down on the bed so I can pull Carl's shirt over my head without passing out. I slip the clothes on, I hear the front door open then close, I turn to look at Carl as heavy footsteps start up the stairs. 

Carl looks at me, "Dad went to bed last night and Michonne stayed in the spare room, who's here," he asks. I shrug and pull on some fuzzy socks that Carl had in his underwear drawer. The footsteps move across the floor and into the room across the hall.

I hear a conversation between at least three people across hall before the person comes back out of the room. I look up at Carl, he hands me my gun with no hesitation. He presses a finger to my lips before stepping out of the room. 

Carl holds his gun to a man with long straight hair and a leather jacket. "What the hell are you doing in our house?" Carl asks, I move to the other side of the man.

He doesn't move he just continues to stare at the painting in his hands, "Well I'm sitting on your steps, looking at this painting, waiting for your mom and dad to get dressed," he says. I look up at Carl who tilts his head in curiosity.

"I'm Jesus," the man says. I look up to see Michonne and Rick leaving Rick's room, Rick is shirtless and Michonne's hair is a mess.

"Carl," Rick starts but more footsteps sound as people enter the house. Daryl, Glenn, and Abraham stand on the steps with their guns trained on the man.

Daryl's eyes move to me and I bite my lip. "I've been caught," I whisper to myself, "You said we could talk so let's talk," Rick says pulling his shirt over his head.

"You need to stay here," Carl says as we step out onto the porch, "So do you. Everyone that knows how to protect this place is leaving," I say taking his hand.

He smiles, "I wasn't planning on leaving you idiot," he whispers. He walks to the RV to get the gas cans that are empty, Rick walks after his son with Judith in his arms.

I catch bits of their conversation, "Someone's gotta stay back, keep this place safe," Carl says. "Plus a kid with a messed up face probably wouldn't make the best first impression anyway," I frown at his words as Rick hands his daughter over to his son.

"I'll be back Monkey," Daryl says pressing a kiss to my temple, I nod, "Carol went out so can you get Mika?" the man asks, smile. "I've got it," I say as he walks away.