TWD: Harem of the Apocalypse - Rhythm, Blood and Survival

The nine survivors huddled around Atlas' prone form, their voices rising in argument. Lee, the black man with a weary gaze, stood tall, his hands on his hips. "We need to get moving," he said firmly. "This place isn't safe."

Next to him, Carley, the blonde woman with a no-nonsense attitude, crossed her arms over her chest. Her green eyes narrowed as she shot a glance at Atlas. "And what about him? We can't just leave him here."

Larry, the gruff older man, snorted derisively. "He's a big boy, let him fend for himself." His daughter Lilly, a brunette with a sharp jawline, nodded in agreement, her lips pursed in disdain.

Kenny, the rugged country man, rubbed his stubbled chin thoughtfully. "I don't know...he might come in handy later." Mark, the bespectacled man with a calm demeanor, nodded in support.

Ben, the lanky teenage boy, bit his lip anxiously. Glenn, the quick-witted Asian man, shrugged noncommittally.

As they debated, Atlas slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows, his piercing blue eyes scanning the group. His chiseled features were etched with pain, but there was a fierce determination burning within them. He took a deep breath, the air filling his massive lungs, and spoke in a low, gravelly voice.

"I'm not going anywhere," Atlas declared, his words dripping with conviction. He rose to his full imposing height, his muscular frame rippling beneath his skin-tight leather armor. The group fell silent, their gazes drawn inexorably to the towering warrior.

Lee stepped forward, his dark eyes locked with Atlas'. "Listen, we appreciate your help, but you're injured. We need to focus on getting out of here safely."

Atlas scoffed, a hint of amusement playing across his chiseled features. "Injured? This scratch barely breaks my skin." He flexed a massive bicep, the muscle bulging impressively. "I've faced worse battles than this."

Carley raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? Because you look like hell."

The giant chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through the air. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, sweetheart. Some might call me...stunning." His piercing blue gaze swept over the group, lingering on each face with a mix of challenge and invitation.

Larry snorted again, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, we get it. You're a big, tough stud. But we still need to move."

Atlas turned to face the older man, his expression turning cold. "Respect, old man. I've earned it." His voice was a low growl, filled with warning.

The air crackled with tension as Atlas' icy stare clashed with Larry's defiant glare. For a moment, it seemed the two would come to blows - Atlas' massive frame looming over the smaller man, his muscles coiled and ready to spring into action.

But then, something shifted. Atlas' gaze softened ever so slightly, his expression morphing from menace to something almost...amused. He reached out a huge hand, placing it gently on Larry's shoulder. The older man flinched, but didn't pull away.

"Easy there, gramps," Atlas rumbled, his deep voice soothing. "No need for violence. We're all in this together, right?"

Larry swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously to the others before finally meeting Atlas' steady gaze. After a long moment, he nodded curtly. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

With that, the immediate threat of conflict dissipated, replaced by an uneasy truce. The group began to disperse, preparing to continue their journey. As they moved, Atlas caught Carley's eye, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"You know," he drawled, his voice low and conspiratorial, "I think we could have some fun together, if you're game."

Carley rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Oh really? And what kind of 'fun' did you have in mind, big guy?"

Atlas' grin widened, his teeth gleaming white against his bronzed skin. He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over Carley's ear as he whispered, "Well, for starters, I'd love to see you in action. Those curves of yours would look even better wrapped around my sword."

Carley's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she didn't step back. Instead, she met Atlas' hungry gaze head-on, a spark of defiance igniting in her emerald eyes. "Is that so? And what makes you think I'd be interested in playing with your toy, hmm?"

Atlas chuckled, the sound rich and throaty. "Because, sweetheart, I can tell you want it. That fire in your eyes, the way your pulse quickens when I'm near...you're just as curious as I am."

He reached out, his large hand cupping Carley's chin and tilting her face up towards his. Their noses brushed, the heat of his skin seeping into hers. "So why don't we find out just how much fun we can have together, hmm?"

Carley's breath hitched as Atlas' fingers grazed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the warmth of his body, the power radiating off him in waves. It was intoxicating, overwhelming.

For a moment, she considered pushing him away, asserting her independence. But as their faces drew closer, as she caught a whiff of his masculine scent mingling with the sweat and dirt of battle, something inside her melted.

"Yes," she breathed, the word barely audible. "Let's do it."

Atlas' eyes flashed with triumph, his grip on her chin tightening just enough to hold her in place. Then, in one swift motion, he claimed her lips in a searing kiss.

It was raw, primal, a clash of tongues and teeth as they devoured each other. Carley moaned into his mouth, her hands coming up to tangle in his golden hair. Atlas groaned, his massive frame pressing her back against the wall, pinning her in place.

They kissed like they were starving for each other, like the world had ended and this was all that mattered. And in that moment, it felt true. Nothing else existed except the heat of their bodies, the taste of their desire.

Atlas broke the kiss, panting heavily as he gazed down at Carley's flushed face. His chest heaved with exertion, his eyes blazing with a fierce hunger. "Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined," he growled, his voice rough with lust.

Carley's heart raced, her body trembling under the weight of his muscular frame. She could feel every inch of him pressed against her, the hard planes of his abdomen, the thick ridge of his arousal straining against his pants.

"I want you," she whispered, her voice husky with need. "Right here, right now."

Atlas grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "Not yet, sweetheart. First, I want to make sure you're ready for me." With that, he slid a hand down her side, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower to cup her ass.

Carley gasped, arching into his touch as he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh. "Atlas..." she moaned, her head falling back against the wall.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his thumb brushing over her clothed mound. "Let me hear you. Let me know how much you want it."

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her core clench with anticipation. She knew what was coming, and God help her, she craved it. "Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "

Just as Atlas' fingers were about to slip beneath Carley's waistband, a shout rang out from the group. "Hey! Get a room, you two!" Kenny called out, his voice tinged with embarrassment and annoyance.

Carley and Atlas sprang apart, both flushing deeply as they realized they'd been completely lost in the moment. The rest of the group had gathered nearby, watching the pair with varying degrees of discomfort and disgust.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Larry muttered, turning away with a scowl. Lilly followed suit, her face twisted in distaste.

Kenny shook his head, his glasses slipping down his nose. "Come on, guys, we need to keep moving. Shelter, remember?"

Mark cleared his throat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with the couple. Ben fidgeted, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

Glenn, however, simply raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like someone got a little too excited," he teased, chuckling at Atlas' flustered expression.

Carley glared at the group, her cheeks still burning. "Can we please just focus on surviving for once?" she snapped, her patience wearing thin.

Atlas nodded in agreement, his pride wounded but his practicality taking over. "She's right. We can't afford distractions right now." He offered Carley a hand, helping her to her feet. "Let's go find someplace to hole up for the night. We can..."