The house was far too quiet—not a normal silence, but that strange kind of silence that settles in after a funeral, when no one quite knows what to say or how to act...
As he walked toward the kitchen, Jason thought about everything that had happened recently. The situation with the girl, Sophia, crossed his mind. To him, the group's talk—Rick's group—about the possibility of killing her if she were found turned didn't seem absurd at first glance. It was a practical conclusion in that world. It was better to be dead than to become one of those things.
Even so, Hershel saw it differently and had made that clear.
And that was the heart of the matter...
Before going out to check on Carl, Hershel had pulled him aside and, in a firm tone, extended that same logic to him. He asked him to avoid walking around the farm armed unless it was absolutely necessary. In addition, he wanted to know his opinion about Rick's group. Without beating around the bush, he answered based on what he had observed so far: they were good people.
But even that answer came with implicit reservations. "Good people" did not mean "safe," nor "predictable." In that world, moral lines were constantly being pressured by circumstances.
Just as he himself, who had taken the lives of several people to ensure they would not pose a threat to Maggie, knew he could justify his actions as the result of circumstances. It was easy to argue that he had had no choice, that he had acted to protect someone important. But deep down, he understood that this did not change the essential fact.
He had killed them in cold blood.
That did not mean he saw himself as someone right. On the contrary, there was an uncomfortable clarity in recognizing that, regardless of the justifications, he had taken lives in a cold manner.
And he would do it again without thinking twice.
In any case, he needed to find a way to change Hershel's mindset, and urgently. He had realized that this was a much bigger problem than he had initially considered. That kind of moral rigidity could be admirable in other times, almost noble even, but in that world... it was a risk. Ideals did not stop the walking dead, nor did they protect loved ones when the situation got out of control. On the contrary, they could delay decisions, create hesitation—and hesitation there was the kind of mistake that did not allow for a second chance.
Even so, he knew he could not simply confront him head-on. Hershel was not an ignorant man, much less someone who would change his opinion under pressure or imposition. His view came from a lifetime of solid values, rooted too deeply to be broken with direct arguments. If he really wanted to influence him, it would have to be gradual... subtle. Show, rather than tell. Let reality speak for itself...
In the end, it was not about proving that he was right, but about ensuring that, when the moment came—because it inevitably would—Hershel would be able to act without clinging to illusions. Because in that world, believing too much in humanity could be just as dangerous as losing it completely...
Setting that aside, he reached the kitchen. Beth was there, with her back to the door, washing some cups in the sink with mechanical movements. Her blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and she seemed smaller than usual, as if she were depressed and had ended up slouching a little.
"Beth..." he called, his voice low so as not to startle her.
She turned her face, drying her hands on a worn dish towel.
"Hi, Jason..."
"Have you seen Maggie?" he asked directly.
Beth hesitated for just a second, then pointed with her chin toward the back hallway.
"She went to take a shower. She said she needed to wash the day off her..." The girl gave a tired, almost complicit little smile.
Jason stood still for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Thank you..."
Beth raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She simply turned back to the sink, as if she knew it was better not to ask any more.
Jason walked toward the bathroom. He could hear the low sound of water falling inside. He stopped in front of the door for a second, hand on the doorknob, feeling his heart beat a little faster—not from fear, but from that strange mixture of desire and care that only appeared when it came to her.
He turned the knob slowly and entered.
Steam had fogged up the small mirror above the sink. Maggie was under the shower, her back to the door, the water running over her shoulders and bare back, tracing clear lines on her skin. Her dark hair stuck to her neck, heavy with water.
Jason closed the door behind him with a soft click, locking it out of habit. He took off his shoes, then the black shirt he had chosen earlier, folding it over the sink. The pants came next, followed by his underwear. He approached unhurriedly, the cold floor contrasting with the warm air of the bathroom.
It was only when he pulled the thin curtain aside that Maggie turned her face. Her green eyes met his, surprised for half a second, then softening into a small, almost shy smile, but laden with something deeper.
Jason smiled, his gaze slowly descending over her naked body. The hot water ran over Maggie's shoulders, tracing shiny paths across her fair skin, down the curve of her breasts, her smooth belly, and her firm thighs—the thighs of someone who spent the whole day walking around the farm.
He felt the blood rush downward immediately, desire tightening his stomach and hardening his cock in a second...
Maggie noticed his look, and the corner of her lips curved into a light smile, filled with an almost provocative confidence. There was no surprise in her expression, only a silent satisfaction, as if this had happened exactly as she had expected.
"I thought I had locked the door..." she murmured, her voice low and soft, without any real trace of annoyance. In fact, she herself had set it up. She had told Beth, left the door unlocked... all with the vague expectation that he would come. It looked like it had worked.
Jason took a step into the shower, closing the curtain behind him. The hot water hit his broad shoulders, running down his defined chest and toned stomach.
"You didn't," he replied simply, while sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her against his body. Her wet skin pressed against his, hot and slippery. "And next time be more careful. I don't want to have to break someone's legs just because they saw my girlfriend naked by accident."
Maggie let out a low, amused laugh, the sound echoing softly against the tiles. She tilted her head back, looking at him with those green eyes shining with provocation and desire at the same time.
"Oh, really?" she teased, running her wet hands over his chest, feeling the tense muscles beneath her fingers. "And you would really break someone's legs because of me?"
Jason tightened his grip on her waist, pressing his hips against hers so that Maggie could feel exactly how hard he was because of her. Her laugh died in a short sigh when she felt his cock pressing against her belly.
"Without thinking twice..." he murmured close to her ear...
She bit her lower lip—that gesture that always made his chest tighten—and gave a low, provocative little laugh.
"Relax... Beth is making sure no one comes over here. The new people went to check the farm's water wells, my dad and Jimmy are working as usual in the barn. There aren't many people left for any kind of incident to happen..." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "So... you can stay here with me as long as you want. No one is going to come interrupt."
Jason let out a low grunt of approval, slowly turning them until her back was against the cold bathroom wall. The water continued to fall between them, hot and steady. He lowered his head and captured her mouth in a deeper kiss, his tongue sliding against hers while one hand rose to hold her left breast, his thumb brushing the already hard nipple. Maggie moaned softly against his mouth, her body arching into the touch. Her hands moved lower, finally wrapping around his thick cock with wet fingers, giving a slow and deliberate squeeze.
He moved his mouth down to her neck, sucking on the wet skin while his free hand slid over the curve of her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark.
Maggie moaned softly against his mouth, the sound muffled and hoarse, as Jason pressed her against the cold bathroom wall. The hot water fell between their bodies, running over her skin and making everything slicker, more intense.
She pulled his face away for a second, her green eyes darkened with desire. Without saying anything, she slid slowly down his body until she was kneeling on the wet floor of the shower. Jason let out a heavy sigh as she held his thick cock with both hands, feeling its weight, its heat, its throbbing hardness.
Maggie looked up, her lips parted, and licked slowly from the base to the head, her hot, wet tongue tracing every prominent vein. Jason clenched his jaw, one hand going to her hair, holding it without forcing.
She opened her mouth and took him in, her lips stretching around his thickness as she descended slowly, taking him deep. The sensation was hot, wet, tight, her tongue pressing against the underside as she moved up and down with a slow and deliberate rhythm, her eyes still fixed on his. Each time she went deeper, the head of his cock brushed against the back of her throat, making her gag slightly, but she didn't stop. Saliva ran from the corners of her mouth, mixing with the shower water.
"Fuck, Maggie..."
Jason grunted low, his hips moving almost involuntarily.
She sucked harder, her mouth working with a skill that drove him crazy, sucking, licking, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before descending again, taking him as deep as she could.
The wet sounds echoed in the small shower, mixed with the low moans she released around his cock.
After long minutes, Jason held her face with both hands and helped her stand up. Maggie barely had time to catch her breath before he lifted her easily, his large hands gripping her thighs firmly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.
Jason aligned his thick cock at her entrance and pressed upward, entering slowly but without stopping. Her pussy was soaked, hot and tight, resisting at first to his thickness. Maggie let out a long moan as the swollen head forced its way in, opening her inch by inch.
"Ahh... Jason..." she moaned, her voice choked, feeling every vein, every inch being pushed inside. "So thick... go slow..."
He didn't stop. He kept pushing until, with one final firm movement of his hips, he buried himself completely, his entire cock disappearing inside her, their hips pressed together. Maggie arched her back against the wall, a louder moan escaping:
"My God... it's so deep..."
Jason grunted against her neck, feeling her hot, wet walls pulsing around him, squeezing like a silky fist. He pressed her harder against the wall and began to fuck her with deep, rhythmic thrusts, pulling out almost to the head before driving back in hard. Each time he bottomed out, Maggie released a hoarse moan:
"Ahh... like that... harder..."
He captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, muffling her moans as he picked up the pace. His hands moved down to her ass, gripping the firm, round cheeks, spreading them slightly as he thrust deeper, his thick cock stretching her with every stroke.
Maggie moaned against his mouth, her body trembling:
"Jason... ahh... I'm going to cum..."
He didn't stop. He kept fucking her hard, feeling her squeeze even tighter around him. When Maggie came, her entire body contracted, a long, muffled moan escaping against his lips:
"I'm cumming... ahh... fuck... Jason!"
While she trembled in orgasm, Jason slid a wet finger down to her tight little asshole, gently pressing the wrinkled entrance, teasing the sensitive ring while he continued fucking her slowly, prolonging her pleasure.
Maggie let out a surprised, sharp moan when she felt his finger there, the new sensation making her body arch even more:
"Ahh... that... it's strange... but... keep going..."
Jason pulled his mouth from hers and moved down to her neck, sucking and nibbling the wet skin while his finger continued to tease her asshole, entering just the tip, feeling her pulse around him.
"Like that?" he murmured against her neck, his voice hoarse.
Maggie moaned louder, her nails digging into his shoulders:
"Yes... ahh... don't stop..."
The water continued to fall over them, hot and steady, as Jason fucked her slowly against the wall, his finger playing with her asshole, prolonging the pleasure until her moans echoed softly in the bathroom.
They still had time.
And he intended to enjoy every second.
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