"FUCK."

Vivian gasped as Rick sat her down on the counter, pushing her shirt up to get a look at where their bodies connected.

She whined as he attacked her neck, leaving marks on her skin. Vivian pulled at his hair and Rick moved his hands to her hips, helping him to thrust harder and deeper in to her.

Rick lifted her up and moved to sit on the floor, his back leaning against the counter. Vivian lifted herself onto her knees and began to bounce in his lap.

Under her shirt, Rick ran his thumb gently over her pink scar on her side before bitting at her collarbone.

It had been weeks since the attack on Alexandria.

They had lost a lot of people, important people like Deanna, and it took a while to rebuild. The group used the gas truck to block off the giant hole in the wall while they rebuilt the panel.

A lot of the houses now laid empty, and Rick and Daryl were going out later to look for people and supplies.

They needed people in order to survive.

Rick buried his face into her chest, the both of them breathing heavily as they came down from their highs.

Vivian kissed the top of his head, "Marcie and Daryl are probably waiting." She panted.

Rick bit the side of her breast though her shirt and she squealed before he slapped her ass and helped her to her feet.

She went to put on her jeans which laid in the entryway while Rick cleaned himself up. The two met by the front door and Rick held her hand as they walked down the street towards his house.

Marcie leaned up against the Chrysler sedan, waiting for the boys to show up. No doubt Rick was with Vivian, the two had been inseparable for weeks since both her and Carl almost died.

She finally spotted the two walking towards the house and she rolled her eyes, "'Bout time you showed up, Officer Grimes." Marcie smiled,

Rick waved her off as Debbie opened the front door and Judith ran out. She squealed as she went to Vivian, stumbling in the grass for a moment before the older woman snatched her up, "Good morning, pumpkin!"

"Careful." Rick warned, placing a hand on her back,

"I'm good." Vivian gave him a small smile,

If she could withstand his manhandling, she can handle picking the toddler up. 

Debbie walked up to Rick, a list in her hand, "Michonne said she's out of toothpaste. Spearmint and baking soda."

"Yeah." He sighed, taking the list from her, "She used the rest of mine."

"And Carl's." Debbie added, "She's gonna start raiding our house next."

Judith began patting Vivian's chest, "I wanna play!" 

"Her Majesty has spoken." Vivian grinned down at the toddler before glancing up at Rick, "Be careful out there today."

He nodded before placing a quick kiss to her lips, "Dadda, kiss!" Judith demanded and the eldest Grimes was quick to oblige, "We're spoiling her." He mumbled, brushing her messy blonde hair away from her face,

"She deserves it." Vivian smiled before squeezing his arm and walking over to her sister, "You with Denise today?" She asked and the redhead nodded, 

"Yeah, she's teaching me new stitches."

"Have fun." Vivian patted Debbie's back before heading towards the front door, "Keep those boys in line today, Marcie!"

The younger girl gave her a thumbs up, "Will do! Ya know, if we ever get out there." She smirked, "Daryl's waiting at the gate."

Rick nodded before walking towards the car, getting into the driver's seat. Marcie pouted and got into the passenger seat, "Why do you get to drive?"

"Cuz I'm in charge." He smirked.

They met up with Daryl and he reluctantly got into the back seat. Eugene opened the gate for them before walking over to the passenger's side, handing Marcie a piece of paper, "I mapped out some of the agricultural supply places in the area. Even if they've been cleaned out, my bet is that the sorghum would be untouched. Now, that there is a criminally underrated grain that could change the game with our food situation from scary to hunky-dunky." Marcie turned to share a look with Daryl, "I'm talking standability, drought tolerance, grain-to-stover ratio that is the envy of all corns."

Marcie looked back at Eugene to see his eyes already boring into hers, "Think about it."

She gave him a tight lipped smile, "Thanks."

He nodded, "All right. Okay." He stated before moving away from the car, letting them pass,

"What an interesting character." Marcie sighed, leaning back in her seat.

They were silent until the first intersection, which Rick made a right at, "Today's the day."

"Uh-huh." Daryl grunted,

"We're gonna find food, maybe some people. The law of averages has gotta catch up." He commented,

"I don't know. We ain't seen nobody for weeks." Daryl replied,  "Maybe we ain't gonna find nobody."

"Maybe that's a good thing." Marcie stated, staring out the window.

There were some dangerous people out there, that much was clear. Marcie suggested finishing up the renovation before inviting strangers in, but Rick decided that the more people they bring in, the more that could help finish with the walls.

Daryl's eyes moved to where Rick was grabbing a CD, "Don't. Don't." He put it into the CD player, "Please don't."

The music played and Rick turned it up, snapping his fingers to the beat and smirking back at Daryl, "Draws 'em away from home!"

Marcie laughed and clapped her hands, waving her hands out the window.

It had been a while since she'd been able to smile and laugh like this. Since before the attack.

After a couple of miles, Rick pulled up to a building with the words 'SORGHUM' welded in huge letter on the roof. Marcie gripped her gun tightly as she circled the building, checking for any traps.

After the cannery situation, she would rather be safe than sorry.

Daryl opened the garage door to reveal a large truck, and they checked the garage for any roamers or people, "Yeah, we're good." Rick declared, "One more time?" He asked, motioning to the box truck.

"It ain't locked." Daryl commented before opening it.

Marcie smiled, her hands on her hips and tilting her head to the side, "Well, how about that?"

Her smiled faltered at the sight of the pasta maker. 

"The law of averages." Rick stated, climbing into the truck and spotting a few tubes of toothpaste, "Let's get this thing going, grab our gear, come back for the car later. Take another way back. See what we can see."

"Nah, I can drive the car." Marcie commented, "You two take the truck."

Rick looked back at her, "Not sure I trust you with it."

She gave him a mischievous grin, knowing he was referring to when her and Glenn drove the red hot rod in Atlanta.

"I'll keep my foot off the gas."

Marcie drove behind the box truck in the Chrysler, playing her own music and singing along. The boys pulled into a gas station and she followed suit,

"See?" Marcie smiled at Rick while Daryl checked the doors, "No siren or nothin'."

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah."

"Yo," Daryl called out to them, "give me a hand with this."

Rick and Marcie shared a confused look before walking over to the hunter, "Let's flip it over."

The three of them braced themselves before pushing it over with a lot of straining. Once it was flipped, Marcie leaned over, her hands on her knees while she panted,

"It's soda and candy. Why the trouble?" Rick asked as Daryl broke the glass,

"It wasn't any trouble." Daryl responded, began to rummage through it, putting the remaining items into his bag,

Suddenly, Marcie let out a short scream as something ran into her, sending her flying. She landed on the concrete, scraping her forearms and knees.

Rick and Daryl grabbed their guns, aiming it at the man that ran into Marcie. The hunter glanced over at the woman, walking over and helping her up with one arm while keeping the other focused on the stranger,

"Hi."

Marcie stared at the stranger, his long, straight hair covered with a beanie and his face hidden by a bandana. His bright blue eyes were the only thing they could see.

"Back up! Now!" Daryl demanded, the man holding up his hands in surrender,

"Keep 'em up!"

Marcie brushed her jeans off, annoyed at the fact that they now had holes in them. She grabbed her gun and aimed it at him, "What the hell, dude?"

"Whoa, easy, guys." He scanned the three of them, "I was just running from the dead."

"How many?" Daryl asked while Rick went to check behind the building for the roamers,

"Ten, maybe more." He answered, "I'm not risking it. Once it gets to double digits, I start running."

Marcie followed Rick's gaze, not seeing anything, and turned back to the stranger, "Where?"

"About a half a mile back." He responded, "They're headed this way. You probably have about 11 minutes."

"Okay," Rick lowered his gun, "thanks for letting us know."

He nodded, "Yeah. There's more of them than us, right? Gotta stick together." His gaze turned to Daryl, who still held up his gun, "Right?"

After a moment, he lowered the gun and the stranger lowered his hands, "You have a camp?"

"Nah." Daryl responded,

"Do you?" Rick asked,

"No." The man glanced at Marcie, "Sorry for running into you. I'm gonna go now. If there's a next world, I hope it's good to you guys." He began to walk away,

"I'm Rick. This is Daryl and Marcie. What's your name?"

He turned back to them, lowering his bandana, "Paul Rovia. But my friends used to call me Jesus. Your pick."

Marcie smiled, the man did resemble Jesus with his long hair and his beard.

"You said you didn't have a camp." Rick stated, "You on your own?"

"Yeah. But, still, best not to try anything." Jesus smirked, 

"Best not to make threats you can't keep, either." Daryl commented,

"Exactly." He saluted them before he began to jog again,

"How many walkers-"

Marcie turned to Rick, "No, not this guy. He ruined my jeans."

Rick ignored them, "How many walkers have you killed?"

"Sorry, gotta run. You should, too." He disappeared around the building but they could still hear his voice, "Think you've got about seven minutes."

Daryl turned to Rick, "What the hell was that?"

"He was clean. His beard, it was trimmed. There's more going on there." Rick answered, 

"He didn't have a gun, either." Daryl added,

"We could track him, watch him for a while, get to know more. See if he's really alone. Maybe bring him back." Rick reasoned,

"Nah, guy calls himself Jesus."

Marcie sighed, "He clearly wanted nothin' to do with us,  just leave it alone."

Before anyone could say another word, what sounded like gunshots blast from behind the gas station. The trio held up their guns and went to inspect it, covering each other's backs incase something went down.

Behind the station, there was a barrel, with firecrackers popping on top of it.

"Firecrackers." Rick commented,

Marcie turned to him, "You left the keys in the van, didn't you?"