5 Reunions

Merle was sat, handcuffed to the pipe on the rooftop still, and the situation, stress and sun made him talk to someone, who though even he wasn't sure of.

"That's right. You heard me, bitch. You got a problem? Bring it on if you're man enough, or take it up the chain if you're a pussy. You heard me, you pussy-ass noncom bitch. You ain't deaf. Take it up the damn chain of command or you can kiss my lily-white ass."

He laughed to himself.

"That's right. That's what I said. You heard me. And then this idiot, he takes a swing, you know, and well... Oh, you should've seen the look on his face when I punched out his front teeth. Yeah, five of 'em. Pow! Pow! Just like that. Huh. Oh my God. Sixteen months in the stockade-oh, that's what them teeth cost me. Eh. That was-that was hard time, but by God, it was worth every minute of it just to see that prick spit his teeth out on the ground. Yes sir, worth every minute. Mmm."

He was sunburnt as his balding scalp and forehead peeled. His wrist was bloody from hours of pulling. He passed out from the shock for a few moments before his eyes opened again and he looked around in a moment of lucidity.

"Oh no. No no! No no! No no! God! God! No no! God! Jesus! No no, merciful Christ! No no. No no. God, help me! God! God! Jesus, please! Jesus, please! Help me! Come on now! Help me."

He heard walkers growl, trying to force their way through a gap in the roof access door. Merle saw and heard them, trying to hide as he cried:

"No no. Oh, no no. Oh my God. Shh shh shh shh shh. No, Jesus, Jesus. No no no no no no. Please. I didn't behave, I know. I know I'm being punished. I know. I-Oh, I deserve it. I deserve it. I've been bad. Help me now. Show me the way. Go on, tell me what to do. Tell me, tell me. God!"

He banged his head against the roof's surface, his cries turning to angered grunts and then roars as he picked up his belt and started whipping it towards a hacksaw that had fallen from the tool box T-Dog dropped when he panicked.

"That's okay. Never you mind, silly Christ boy. I ain't begged you before. I ain't gonna start begging now. I ain't gonna beg you now! Don't you worry about me, begging you ever! I'll never beg you! I ain't gonna beg you! I never begged you before."

He continued to grunt as he got the belt to the hacksaw.

--~--

Y/N drove the truck on the lonely road back to camp as the sun began to get low in the sky. It had been a close call. Too close. Margaret tended to take things in her stride but Amy was... she would stress, to put it mildly. She wasn't built for this new world, and Y/N was doing everything he could to protect her from it. He hoped Clem had managed to keep her calm most of the day.

He looked across at Rick, who sat next to him with a troubled look on his face.

"Best not to dwell on it" Y/N said calmly, making eye contact with Rick and continuing:

"Merle getting left behind. Nobody's gonna be sad he didn't come back... except maybe Daryl."

"Daryl?" Rick asked. Y/N sighed. This was gonna be the tricky part.

"His brother."

They were distracted by the loud car alarm approaching and bleeping, Glenn whooping and hollering as he sped passed the truck.

"At least somebody's having a good day" Morales chuckled from the back.

--~--

Jim was working on an alarm system back at camp, stringing up empty food cans between trees on some of the camps furtherest outreaches, two children argued in the background as their mother jumped between them.

Margaret, Clementine and Amy were sat with a women, Carol, and her daughter, Sophia, cooking dinner for the camp. Their small group had grown close to the mother and daughter, but despised her lazy good for nothing husband Ed, who sat nearby glaring at his wife as he always did.

Y/N and Ed had frequently locked horns at camp, Ed always backing down to the younger, larger and stronger man. Margaret had noticed the following day from each encounter that Carol had bruises she desperately tried to hide. Margaret didn't draw attention to them, not wanting to make the situation worse, and she sure as hell didn't tell Y/N about them.

Following their initial argument at the apartment where she had struck her grandson, Y/N and Margaret had patched things up quickly as she had realised why he had done what he had done. If she was completely honest she was grateful, given the world they were in now, of the skills he had picked up.

He and her were completely honest with each other, they would often go off for chats alone, where Y/N would share with her things he wouldn't share with anyone else, even Amy, to spare her from the horrors of this world.

So why did she keep Ed's abuse from her grandson? He had told her about a solo run he'd had to do into Atlanta, a couple of weeks in when Glenn stayed back because of a migraine. Y/N had come across a woman in a store, who cowered in the corner from him, her clothes ripped and torn, her face bruised and tear stained, blood soaking her nether regions.

Y/N had taken a while to gain her confidence, that he wouldn't hurt her, that he came from a camp of good people. She had grown in fear instantly at the word camp, crying they would rape her too. Y/N had paused at her words as the horrors she had been subjected to sunk in, when they had heard voices, men's voices, calling out for their "plaything" and that there was nowhere she could hide. She had reacted instantly, ripping the hunting knife from Y/N's belt and slicing her own throat.

It had taken a while to get what happened next out of Y/N. Margaret had known something was extremely wrong when he had gotten back to the camp. He was always sweet with Amy, protective, loving, but never clingy. That night he had been quite different, and a lot of people at camp had noticed. He wouldn't let her out of his sight, and needed to be near her constantly.

Margaret had finally cornered him alone, in Dale's RV, and demanded he tell her what was going on. So he did. He told her again about the woman. What the men had done to her. What she had done to herself. He then told her what happened next. He had surprised the two men, disembowlling one with his knife, then putting all his skills from Mr Shaw to use on the other man. For a perverted predatory rapist he had broken with so little pain... but Y/N continued to give him pain, a whole theme park of it before the end. There were another three in his group, holed up in a Mexican eatery the next block over.

Once he had what he needed and finished with what remained of the scumbag, Y/N had gone to the eatery. There was one exit at the rear and the boarded up entrance at the front. He had blocked the rear entrance with dumpsters and set them on fire, before making a Molotov from a bottle and some petrol he siphoned from a car. He'd thrown it through the window of the apartment above the eatery. By the time the scumbags had realised the building was on fire Y/N was in place to shoot out their legs as they ran from the building, watching from safety as walkers descended and tore them to pieces.

Margaret hadn't reacted to the knowledge her grandson had killed five men, other than to say how horrible it was for the poor woman, and she was relieved he was safe. From that time on she had become his absolute confidant, not judging, always being a calming ear.

So why hadn't she told him about Ed's abuse? The camp was surviving day to day, and she worried if Y/N exploded and killed Ed a lot of good people would die if the camp fractured. She was sure Shane knew of it, but he and Y/N as unofficial co-leaders had vastly different leadership styles. Shane was cautious, attempting to be a peacekeeper, even with men like Ed. Y/N meanwhile, as Margaret alone knew, would not tolerate a threat to his family, certainly not to play nice.

Margaret realised she had been staring at the vile man, and looked away, over at Lori and Carl. Lori was attempting to give Carl a haircut. Carl was fidgeting, Shane was across from them cleaning his shotgun.

"Baby, the more you fidget, the longer it takes, so don't, okay?" Lori said sternly.

"I'm trying" Carl whined.

"Well, try harder."

Shane couldn't help but laugh.

"If you think this is bad, wait till you start shaving. That stings. That day comes, you'll be wishing for one of your mama's haircuts."

"I'll believe that when I see it." Carl scoffed. Shane laughed again and continued:

"I'll tell you what-you just get through this with some manly dignity and tomorrow I'll teach you something special. I will teach you to catch frogs."

"I've caught a frog before."

"I said frogs-plural. And it is an art, my friend. It is not to be taken lightly. There are ways and means. Few people know about it. I'm willing to share my secrets."

Carl looked back at his mother.

"Oh, I'm a girl, you talk to him" she smiled, turning her son's head back around.

"It's a one-time offer, bud-not to be repeated." Shane smirked.

"Why do we need frogs, plural?"

"You ever eat frog legs?"

"Eww!" Carl reacted with revulsion.

"No, yum!"

"No, he's right. Eww." Lori interjected with a chuckle.

Shane smirked at the lady and replied:

"When you get down to that last can of beans, you're gonna be loving those frog legs, lady. I can see it now-Shane, do you think I could have a second helping, please? Please? Just one?"

"Yeah, I doubt that" Lori laughed.

"Don't listen to her, man. You and me, we'll be heroes. We'll feed these folks Cajun-style Kermit legs."

"I would rather eat Miss Piggy."

She looked up at the smirk on Shane's face and immediately continued:

"Yes, that came out wrong."

Shane laughed: "Heroes, son, spoken of in song and legend. You and me, Shane and Carl."

Carl smiled as the whole camp was suddenly aware on a car alarm blaring through the hills of the quarry. Shane was instantly on his feet with his gun in hand, Dale, who was on lookout at the top of the RV, stood looking through his binoculars.

"Talk to me, Dale!" Shane called out.

"I can't tell yet" Dale answered as he looked around before noticing a red vehicle driving up the road toward them.

"Is it them? Are they back?" Amy gasped as she shot up on her feet.

"I'll be damned" Dale chuckled, Amy asking with audible desperation in her voice.

"What is it?"

"A stolen car is my guess" Dale replied.

Glenn pulled up in the Charger and got out as the alarm blared. He was rushed instantly. Dale yelled from on top of the RV:

"Holy crap, turn that damn thing off!" to which Glenn replied "I don't know how!"

At the same time Shane yelled three times to pop the hood, and Amy asked in a complete panic"

"Y/N, Andrea, are they ok?"

"Yeah, yeah" Glenn tried to answer both as he leant in the car and popped the bonnet. Amy still going, nearly crying she was so scared:

"Are they OK okay? Are they all right?"

"Yes, Amy, yes. They're ok" Glenn tried unsuccessfully to calm her. Shane meanwhile had pulled some wires getting the alarm off as Dale and Jim approached with some others.

"Why aren't they with you? Where are they? They're okay?" Amy gasped again.

"Yes! Yeah. Fine. Everybody is. Well, Merle not so much" Glenn answered honestly.

"Are you crazy, driving this wailing bastard up here? Are you trying to draw every walker for miles?" Shane snapped at Glenn angrily.

Dale replied as he looked around: "I think we're okay."

"You call being stupid okay?" Shane snapped.

"Well, the alarm was echoing all over these hills. Hard to pinpoint the source" Dale added before noticing the glare Shane was giving him.

"I'm not arguing. I'm just saying."

He turned to Glenn:

"It wouldn't hurt you to think things through a little more carefully next time, would it?"

"Sorry. Got a cool car" Glenn chuckled as the truck approached the camp.

--~--

Y/N placed the truck in park and looked across at Rick, who was squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"Hell of a day, huh" Y/N chuckled, patting Rick's shoulder.

"You could say that" Rick smiled.

"Take a moment, if you need, then come say hello to everyone."

At that moment they heard someone screech "Andrea" as the people in the back of the truck had exited and were greeting their loved ones.

"That was Amy, so if you'll excuse me I've got a, more than likely, very upset and possibly pissed off girlfriend to console."

Rick smiled, then replied: "Good luck, when you, you know" motioning to Y/N's pocket.

"Thanks man" Y/N smiled, jumping out of the truck.

--~--

Amy watched the truck pull up, as the rear opened and people began jumping out. Andrea ran over to her, the two instantly crying and hugging as Amy sobbed:

"You scared the shit out of me"

The others approached and greeted the other campmates, Morales his wife and kids, Dale hugging T-Dog and saying "you are a sight for sore eyes."

"Can I get one of them?" A deep voice suddenly asked, the others turning and smiling as Amy and Andrea released the hug, Amy jumping up on her much taller boyfriend and kissing him passionately. The others couldn't help but smile, another voice yelling:

"Y/N" and running over. Amy was lowered and released the kiss, Y/N smiling and wiping the tears from her eyes as his waist was barrelled into. He looked down with a smile, letting go of Amy momentarily as he chuckled:

"Hey little man" and picked up Carl, hugging the boy tight as Carl returned it.

Along with becoming close friends with Shane, Y/N had quickly become close with Carl as well. Carl thought he was amazing, and while Shane had stepped up as a surrogate father for the boy, especially as a disciplinarian in this dangerous new world, Y/N had become like a cool younger uncle to him.

Y/N could hear Carl fighting back tears in his ear, understanding how upsetting the day must have been for him, given all he had gone through. He shushed and reassured Carl, whispering to him:

"Hey, hey, it's alright buddy, I'm sorry we scared you, but we're all fine."

He and Shane locked eyes, Shane smiling and nodding, appreciating how much Y/N and Amy had taken to the boy and helped him deal with the death of his father. Y/N nodded back as Amy stood next to him and felt butterflies in her stomach at the sight of Y/N's paternal instincts.

He lowered Carl down who ran back to his mother, and hugged Margaret and Clementine who had come over, relieved to see him as well.

"I thought we had lost you folks for sure" Dale said in relief.

"How'd y'all get out of there anyway?" Shane asked as he shook Y/N's hand, relieved to see his friend back.

"Y/N and a new guy, they got us out. Came up with this crazy plan and walker guts" Glenn said with a smile, Amy looking up in pride before her face turned to horror.

"Wal-walker guts?"

Y/N chuckled, knowing this was not gonna be an easy conversation, walking out into a bunch of the dead with just blood and gore covering them.

"I'll explain after, when we're alone" Y/N smiled. Shane meanwhile was more worried about the second part of the statement, asking:

"New guy?"

Morales chuckled: "Yeah, crazy vato just got into town. Hey, Wayne Dunlap! Come say hello. The guy's a cop, like you."

Y/N looked over with a smile as Rick approached, before Rick quickly grew a look on his face that seemed like he had seen a ghost.

Y/N noticed and looked at him puzzled, before looking over and seeing the same look of disbelief on Shane's face.

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion as Rick pointed, tears falling from his eyes and muttering "oh my God" before Y/N heard:

"Dad!!!" screamed behind him. He looked to see Carl bolt passed him, straight into Rick's arms as the two fell to the floor in a tearful embrace. Rick stood, still carrying Carl over to Lori, who stood in absolute shock before walking forward and embracing Rick and Carl.

"What are the fucking odds?" Y/N muttered to himself. The rest of the camp were happily stunned at the scene, but Y/N noticed a furious look grow on Lori's face as she glared at Shane.

It suddenly clicked in Y/N's head. Lori's husband- Carl's father- Shane's best friend- had died in hospital at the start. Shane had got Carl and Lori out. Y/N knew Shane and Lori had started screwing around in secret, but he hadn't told anyone, not even Margaret or Amy. It wasn't his or anyone else's business, and if they needed it to deal with the fucking barrel of shit this world had become, well good for them. Who didn't deserve a little happiness when each day could be your last?

But if Rick was the dead husband/father/best friend and he wasn't in fact dead and was back, things could get very messy, very quick. Plus they had the Daryl and Merle situation, they now had a shitstorm behind door A and a storm of shit behind door B. Y/N did what he had done the whole time though, he smiled and kept that confident look on his face. Amy smiled at her lover and hugged his arm looking at the unbelievable family reunion in front of them, none the wiser, as Rick turned to Shane in the hug, mouthing "thank you, thank you" over and over.

--~--

Y/N had been dragged to his tent fairly quickly after arriving back, and emerged an hour later. It was almost sunset, those Georgia summer evenings taking a while for the sunlight to fully fade, so it wasn't yet cold enough to need a jumper as Y/N walked over to Carol, Sophia, Margaret, Clementine, Amy and Dale.

Clementine noticed him first, wolf whistling and getting the attention of the others as Y/N walked over topless. He was massive and ripped, still working out every morning even with the apocalypse hanging over their heads, but his physique looked especially good owing to the thick layer of sweat that glistened off his defined chest and abdomen.

"Must have been pretty hot in the tent?" Clementine teased, getting a look from Y/N she knew meant he was wasn't happy. She chuckled, loving to tease her two best friends relentlessly, as Y/N answered awkwardly:

"Yeah, well, Georgia summers and all. This water spare, Dale?" Y/N asked, pointing to a bucket.

"Yeah, go for it son, didn't get a chance to boil it" Dale smiled from where he sat next to Margaret. The two had become remarkably good friends over the last month.

Y/N nodded, splashing it over his face and neck before walking over to some grass and tipping the lot over his head. He shook himself off in cool relief, wiping his face before he shook himself again, walking over and sitting on a log across from the others.

"You look relieved dear" Margaret smiled at her grandson, Y/N smiling back:

"It's ah... ended up a much better day than it looked like it was heading, Nan" Y/N smiled.

"Speaking of relieved, where's Amy?" Clementine asked with a shit stirring grin on her face.

Y/N's eyes darted to Andrea, then Margaret, then Sophia, before he answered:

"She's just having a nap. It was... an emotional day for her."

"Yeah... funny she said she always needed a nap, after" Clementine remarked with glee. A couple of the others chuckled, especially at Y/N's face when Sophia asked Y/N innocently:

"After what?"

For the first time in the apocalypse the others saw a look of sheer panic on Y/N's face as he attempted to stammer a reply, before Clementine answered as calm as a gentle breeze:

"Just Y/N doing something silly, sweetie. You should have seen Y/N in high school, always doing something silly to stress poor Amy out."

Sophia nodded happily, going back to her drawing as Y/N looked at Clementine with a "really?" expression. She smiled at his unasked question, answering:

"You know how we play. When one of us is down, we kick them."

--~--

Amy had been woken half an hour later when dinner had been dished out, stew and campfire baked bread rolls for everyone. She had emerged with a smile on her face and her hair frizzled, many in the camp chuckling to each other knowingly.

The camp's inhabitants were now sitting around various campfires, as they did in the evening where the temperature dropped quickly once the sun went down.

Y/N, Amy, Andrea, Margaret and Clementine were sat around one with Dale, Glenn, T-Dog, Shane and the Grimes family. Rick was talking to the others as Carl sat on his lap, Lori hugging next to him.

"Disoriented. I guess that comes closest. Disoriented. Fear, confusion - all those things but... Disoriented comes closest."

"Words can be meager things. Sometimes they fall short" Dale smiled where he sat next to Margaret. Rick continued:

"I felt like I'd been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever."

Carl looked up at his father, and said matter of factly: "Mom said you died."

Lori laid her hand on Carl's forehead but didn't speak.

"She had every reason to believe that. Don't you ever doubt it" Rick smiled at his son.

Shane stayed silent. Lori added:

"When things started to get really bad, they told me at the hospital that they were gonna medevac you and the other patients to Atlanta, and it never happened."

"Well, I'm not surprised after Atlanta fell. From the look of that hospital, it got overrun."

Shane did speak up this time, looking at Rick:

"Yeah, looks don't deceive. I barely got them out, you know?"

Rick looked at Shane with sincerity, saying to his best friend:

"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you, Shane. I can't begin to express it."

Dale chuckled:

"There go those words falling short again. Paltry things."

A moment later there was the sound of wood clattering from one of the other fires. Ed had gotten up and put another log on the fire he, Carol and Sophia were sat at. The light flared up and glowed in the dark night air. Shane and Y/N exchanged a glance before Shane called out.

"Hey, Ed, you want to rethink that log?"

"Its cold, man" Ed called back with his arrogant, dismissive tone.

"The cold don't change the rules, does it? Keep our fires low, just embers so we can't be seen from a distance, right?"

"I said it's cold. You should mind your own business for once."

Before Shane could move, Y/N was on his feet, saying with a growl: "I got this one Shane."

Rick and Lori exchanged a look, Lori trying to tell him with her eyes what a dangerous man Ed was, especially to women. Amy and Andrea also looked at each other, Amy worried as she was whenever Y/N got in an altercation, Andrea hiding a smile, knowing what Ed was, hoping Y/N would figure it out, knowing how he would deal with a domestic abuser. Y/N got to Ed and stood over him, saying quietly but with the undoubted threat of violence always present when Y/N wanted it to be:

"Are you sure you want to have this conversation, man?"

Ed looked up from where he sat, his attempted threatening glare quickly disappearing as he stared into the darkness of Y/N's eyes. His gaze turned to his wife, glaring at Carol as he snapped:

"Go on. Pull the damn thing out. Go on!"

Carol was sat opposite to Ed, next to her daughter. Both had been sitting there silently, scared by the offender who should have been their protector sat across from them. Carol- silently, timidly and obediently got up and took the flaming log out of the fire, dropping it to the ground.

"Christ" Y/N muttered as Ed issued his order, quickly stamping out the flames from the log as he glared at Ed. Y/N's lip snarled at the slovenly man, before he turned and his expression softened dramatically along with his tone, as he spoke to the females:

"Hey, Carol, Sophia. How are y'all this evening?"

"Fine. We're just fine" Carol said quickly. Y/N immediately picked up the fear in her voice, something deep inside told him it wasn't because of him. He smiled and replied quietly:

"I'm glad to hear it."

"I'm sorry about the fire. We're glad you made it back safely."

Y/N smiled.

"No no no. No apology needed. And thank you, I'm glad we didn't run into any bad people today."

"Bad people?" Sophia asked innocently. Y/N nodded before seeing, out of the corner of his eye, the glare Ed was giving his wife as the pieces suddenly came together in his head.

"Yes, Sweetie. Bad people, there seem to be a lot of them left these days, luckily there's also good people left, like me, Shane and Rick, who don't like bad people. You know who I don't like most Sophia?"

She shook her head as she smiled at Y/N. He smiled back and answered:

"Bullies. Weak people who like to hurt those weaker than them, just because they can."

He stood and smiled, saying to the two females:

"Y'all have a good night, okay?"

"Thank you" Carol smiled. Y/N wasn't done though, stopping next to Ed, turning and facing him, and squeezing his right trapezius.

Ed groaned in pain as Y/N squeezed even harder, turning as he stepped, and stopping right behind Ed, as he squeezed and twisted on Ed's left trapezius as well. He leant down and whispered in Ed's ear, ensuring none could hear:

"See, you're not the only one who can be a bully. I see the way you're looking at your wife, and I don't like it, so if you do what I know you're thinking, it will be the last thing you do."

He finished with an even tighter squeeze, nodded to Carol and returned to his group, Amy snuggling into him, relieved there was no altercation to be had tonight. She knew Y/N could more than handle himself, but she still hated the idea of him in a dangerous situation.

The others looked at Y/N, unsure what to say except a nod from Shane. Dale then broke the awkward silence by broaching a subject that everyone else, was thinking about:

"Have you all given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind."

"I'll tell him. I dropped the key. It's on me" T-Dog replied.

"I cuffed him. That makes it mine" Rick added quickly. Y/N chuckled, surprising the others and said matter of factly:

"I smacked the shit out of the racist piece of crap. Y'all can blame me if you want, I'll have it out with Daryl."

Glenn raised his hands, as if to call for calm, or to stop one of his best friends getting in another fight:

"Guys, it's not a competition. I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy, a more level-headed, white guy" Glenn chuckled, looking at Y/N with a smirk.

T-Dog sighed and said stoically: "I did what I did. Hell if I'm gonna hide from him."

"We could lie" Amy suggested. Andrea replied quickly:

"Or tell the truth. Merle was out of control. Something had to be done or he'd have gotten us killed."

She looked at Lori:

"Your husband did what was necessary."

She then looked at her sister next to her:

"So did Y/N. Merle had dropped Morales and Rick and was beating T-Dog mercilessly. Who knows if he would have stopped if Y/N hadn't kicked his racist butt..."

Amy gave another tight squeeze on Y/N's large arm.

"...And if Merle got left behind, it is nobody's fault but Merle's" Andrea concluded.

"And that's what we tell Daryl? I don't see a rational discussion to be had from that, do you? Word to the wise-we're gonna have our hands full when he gets back from his hunt" Dale stated with concern. T-Dog spoke again, with conviction:

"I was scared and I ran. I'm not ashamed of it."

"We were all scared. We all ran. What's your point?"

"I stopped long enough to chain that door. Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it at any one time. It's not enough to break through that. Not that chain, not that padlock. My point- Dixon's alive and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That's on us."

T-Dog sighed and got up, leaving the fire and heading to his tent.

The group was quiet for a few moments before Margaret looked at her grandson and asked with a chuckle:

"Y/N, why are you smiling?"

The others looked to him, and he looked around with a chuckle of his own:

"Just you guys saying how scared you were, the look on poor Glenn's face when the rain came down and the guts smell washed off us, in the middle of the street surrounded by hundreds of them... poor bastard."

The others looked at Glenn who stared angrily at his friend before he smiled and answered with a laugh of his own:

"Asshole."

It was a moment of stress relieving mirth for the group, with the exception of Amy, who stood, fighting back worry at the mention of the day's events, and held her hand out to Y/N.

"Come on, I... I need to go to bed and... the thought of you surrounded by them..."

Y/N stood, leaning down to kiss his Nan on the cheek and said "night y'all."

Clementine and Andrea locked eyes, Clementine chuckling. They both knew EXACTLY what Amy's response to stress was, when her boyfriend was close, anyway.

Amy led Y/N to their tent, the two removing their shoes before entering. Amy quickly closed the external and internal tent flaps, as Y/N turned on the hanging lantern that provided light for them both at night.

"You ok babe?" Y/N asked, clearly seeing the worry etched on her face.

Amy looked at her boyfriend and nodded, removing her jumper, shirt and bra, Y/N smiling in love at the sight. Amy looked at her lover and said plainly:

"Hurry up" with a smile.

Y/N quickly took off his jacket and shirt, Amy approaching him quickly, kissing him passionately. Her tongue licked his lip and was immediately granted access as she explored her boyfriend's mouth. At the same time she undid the belt and buckle of YN's pants, her hand shooting in, gently gripping and grabbing at his hardening cock. Y/N meanwhile had done the same, easing down Amy's pants, gently rubbing around her feminine core. He was surprised but happy at how soaking wet she was already, Amy groaning in pleasure as Y/N gently explored with his fingers. She broke the kiss breathless and attacked Y/N's neck, pulling him backwards towards their air bed and down. She laid on her back as Y/N's pants were dropped from his legs, Y/N leaning down on her, the tip of his rock hard erection pressed against Amy's entrance.

"Forget the foreplay, I need you inside me" Amy gasped in between kisses.

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked, desperately holding back his desire to skewer his woman then and there, aware of their situation.

"We used the last one this afternoon" he concluded.

"I know, but baby, thinking of you..."

Amy kissed him again.

"... in so much danger... please. You can pull out... I need you inside me."

With those words and a kiss, Y/N slid his impressive length inside Amy, as she moaned in pleasure, passion and love.

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