Rick doesn't think about the fact that he's not getting laid anymore.
Doesn’t think about it much, anyway. It's simply not a factor. He's busy. Lot to do, lot to plan and deal with and build.
Structures to construct, fields to hoe and seed, runs to help organize, watch shifts, the storage and distribution of supplies.
And even if he's starting to quietly slip onto the sidelines when it comes to a lot of that, making room for the newly established and so far successful experiment that is the council,
it's still not like he's not involved. Besides, got kids to wrangle. Not like he's ever bored. Not like he's ever idle.
Not like he doesn't sleep most of the nights through, heavily and deep, and though his dreams aren't exactly fun,
they also aren't exactly the kinds of dreams that push your thoughts in the direction of your own dick.
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