#DARK RICK GRIMES AND READER AU
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DIRT ROAD HONEY
DARK SHANE WALSH X READER
DARK RICK GRIMES AND READER
SUMMARY: YOUR THANKSGIVING BREAK GETS INTERRUPTED
WARNINGS: NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX/ORAL SEX (MALE RECEIVING)/SLAPPING/CHOKING/CHEATING(RICK)/RECKLESS USE OF A FIREARM/GIGANTIC ABUSE OF AUTHORITY/HANDCUFFS/PROFANITY/FORCED ORGASM/NON -CON
(I'VE HAD THIS HALF WRITTEN IN MY GOOGLE DOCS FOR ABOUT 2 MONTHS. IT VERY SIMILAR TO "THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES" BUT THIS FIC JUST WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE. SO, FOR BETTER OR WORSE, HERE IT IS. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES. I WANTED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM SO I COULD MOVE ON LOL.
“You need help with that Darlin? Hose looks a bit big for you.”
It never fucking failed.
Every time you filled up your bright, fiery orange ‘72 Chevelle some wannabe Alpha male had to make some sexist comment.
It wasn’t your fault the designers had put the damn fuel cap under the license plate.
And it certainly wasn’t your fault you had to bend over to keep the nozzle from falling out.
Nor was it in any way your fault that you occasionally might over exaggerate how far you had to bend over, especially like today, when you were wearing tight, frayed jeans and a wide neck off the shoulder teal sweatshirt.
“I’m fine.”
“Oh yeah,” he whistled, “You are most definitely fine.”
The pump kicked off.
You put the nozzle back, securing the gas cap before facing the latest offender.
He was tall, rough cut facial features with a mop of short, dark curls.
You made a show of pushing down your sunglasses as you blatantly checked out the rest.
Wide chest and muscle corded arms encased in a tight black t shirt.
Tan cuffed cargo pants sat high on his tapered waist.
Well.
Nothing wrong with that either.
You licked your lips, hand propped on your hip.
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Your voice dripped, saccharine sweet.
“No, it ain’t like that.”
His knuckles brushed along your upper arm.
“You are hands down, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Snorting, you batted his hand away.
“Bullshit. That line might work on your little dirt road honey’s but..” You slid your oversized tortoise shell Ray-Ban’s back in place, “It’s not working on me.”
You pushed past him, strutting toward the tiny attached convenience store.
God, it was so easy winding men up.
Fun too.
They were so damn transparent.
And, despite how you’d coldly dismissed him, you knew, KNEW, he’d be jacking off later thinking about you.
Not because you were devastatingly beautiful or had a killer body.
In those categories you ranked a solid average.
What you did have was confidence with a capital fucking C.
Own every room you walked into, all eyes on you, smart as hell, know your worth, every woman wants to be you, every man wants to fuck you, (and woman, let’s not be coy here, you knew damn good and well your face would be buried between Ivy’s lush thighs at some point this weekend, you were all about equal opportunity), bone deep confidence.
It’s what had gotten you through Grad school and later your Doctorate in Mathematical Engineering.
The rusty bell above the worn metal screen door dinged, announcing your arrival.
You took your time perusing the limited snack aisle, selecting a bag of Funyuns and a fountain Pepsi, flicking the straw provocatively, making sure to flash a little cleavage at the old guy working the register.
Back at your car you checked your phone.
“No service. Fucking wonderful.”
When your best friend had proposed a quick getaway to celebrate your latest promotion you’d been expecting sun, sand and endless Mai Tai’s, not a rustic cabin on some forgotten lake in rural Georgia.
You waved your phone around trying to find a signal.
“Ain’t gonna work.”
Oh lord, not him again.
“Why not?” you huffed.
“We’re in the middle of a deadzone Darlin’.”
“Lovely.”
You took off your sunglasses, resisting the urge to throw them at the odious man.
“How the hell am I supposed to find that goddamn cabin without my phone?”
“What cabin are you looking for, girl?”
Your eyes narrowed at the nickname.
“Some stupid fucking cabin on some stupid fcuking lake off of some stupid fucking Bob’s road!”
The octaves rose with each word until you were practically yelling.
“Bob’s Road?”
Oh shit. Probably shouldn’t have shared that with the entire gas station.
“Uh, yeah.”
You pulled a piece of paper from your back pocket.
“732 Bob’s Road, Lake Horton.”
He chuckled.
“That’s Bob Schermer’s place. I can give you directions.”
The setting sun sketched him in shadows.
A kernel of unease settled in your gut.
Jesus, get a grip. This isn’t Deliverance.
“That, uh, that’d be great.”
He smiled, teeth showing.
It reminded you of a predator sizing up his next meal.
“So you’re gonna take a left outta here on’ta Highway 92. Just keep going North for about an hour and a half, maybe two. You’ll take a right at white mailbox. If you see the “Jesus Saves” sign you’ve gone too far. Go about three miles then turn left. Cabin will be on the left.”
“Two hours?”
You exhaled dramatically.
“Fucking great.”Dropping into the driver's seat you cranked the ignition, the Chevelle’s 454 V-8 rumbling to life.
“Thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
Another unnerving smile.
The hair on your arms prickled.
“You be real careful on those back roads. It gets awful dark out here.”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
With a curt nod, you revved the engine, throwing gravel in your wake.
They like to get you in a compromising position
Well, they like to get you there and smile in your face
Yeah, they think they’re so cute when they get you in that condition
But i think its a total disgrace
And I say
I fight authority, authority always wins
Well, I fight authority, authority always wins
Well, I’ve been doing it since I was a young kid
And I come out grinnin’
Well, I fight authority, authority always wins
You cranked up the volume on your after-market stereo singing along to your Spotify road trip playlist.
Jesus fucking tits, the guy was right, it was dark.
Not like the dark you had grown up in.
A pale shimmer had blanketed San Diego from sundown to sunup.
The light from a full moon helped soften the inky landscape, a little.
God only knew what might be hiding out there, watching, just waiting for the perfect moment to…
FUCK!
You slammed on your brakes.
Was that a white mailbox?
Turning the volume down so you could see, you dropped the transmission in reverse, taillights casting an unsettling glow.
You sighed in relief at the sight of the pock marked mailbox.
Shifting to First, you swung off the HIghway to a narrow gravel road.
I swear to God, I’m never, ever letting Ivy pick a destination again. After this she’ll be lucky if I let her pick a restur….”
WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP
Red and blue flashing lights blazed in your rearview mirror.
What the fuck?
Where the hell did he come from?
You hadn’t seen another vehicle since you left town.
“License and Registration.”
You jumped, startled.
“License and Registration.”
“Yeah, Yeah, I heard you the first time.”
You reached across the seat digging the items from your bag.
“What am I….Oh my God, you can’t be serious.”
Leaning in your window, now attired in a shit brown Sheriffs uniform and matching baseball cap, was the man from the gas station.
“I’m gonna need you to exit the vehicle, ma’am.”
Something was off.
“Why? I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t speeding.”
“Please step out of the vehicle.”
“Oh for fucks sake.”
Climbing out, you glared at him, arms crossed.
“Ma’am, you were driving erratically. I detect the smell of alcohol on you. That gives me probable cause to search your vehicle.”
Ducking, he rummaged through your car, dumping your purse and overnight bag, scattering the contents.
“Well, look what I found,” he announced, producing a half drank pint of cheap vodka.”
“That’s not mine. I don’t even drink vodka. You..you put that there..I’m not.”
‘Hey, Shane, taillight’s busted out too.”
In total disbelief you watched another officer bash the red plastic with his boot.
“What the hell!” you hollered, charging toward the other, leaner built man, “You can’t fucking do that…”
Grabbing your elbow, Shane swung you back, jerking you off your feet.
You stumbled, arms pinwheeling.
You bumped into him, knocking his hat to the ground.
“Woah, woah, Sweetheart, now that’s assaulting a police officer.”
“No…wait..I…”
He placed one steel cuff on your wrist, tugging the other behind your back.
Twisting, you wrested your arm free.
WHAM
Shane slammed you face first onto the hood of your car.
Wrenching your arm, he secured it in the cuffs.
Hauling you up he snickered.
“Guess we’re adding resisting arrest to the list.”
He paused, eyes crawling along your form.
“Unless you want to work out a little private restitution.”
“Are you fucking kidding me,” you laughed, “What? You can’t get a piece of ass like a normal guy? Let me guess? Can’t get it up? Two pump chump? Or..”
CLICK
“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun.”
Shane’s partner pressed the gun barrel to your temple.
“Only common sense.”
“Oh shit,” you rasped, “yeah, okay, what..whatever you want.”
Shane unzipped his pants, stroking his cock.
“On your knees.”
You knelt down as best you could.
“Doesn’t she look pretty like this Rick?” he called to his friend.
“Open wide. Let’s see if you suck dick as good as you mouth off.”
Gun still aimed at your head, your mouth fell open.
Shane gripped the back of your head.
Viciously, he shoved his cock to the hilt, your nose nestling in his pubic hair.
You gagged, trying to draw back but he was too strong.
Holding you steady he languidly fucked your throat, his cock cutting off your air.
Tears poured down your cheeks.
“Maybe next time you’ll show a little respect Darlin’”
Time stood still.
Shane rammed his cock down your throat over and over and over again, both hands keeping you in place.
Eventually he came, warm, sticky cum filling your mouth.
Finished, he pushed you away.
He bent down to your level.
“That wasn’t so bad now was…”
You spit on him, mixed saliva and cum dripping from his chin.
“You’re done!” you shrieked, “Both of you! I’ll own the fucking Cook County Sheriff’s when I’m through! You limp dick bastards won’t be able to….”
SMACK
You reeled from Rick’s backhanded slap.
“I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet, brother.”
Shane wiped his face.
“I guess we’ll just have to keep teaching.”
Tugging you to your feet, Rick threw you on the hood, upper body jarring from the impact, cheek thumping the cold metal.
He tore off your boots then ripped your jeans and underwear off, kicking your legs apart.
“Don’t touch me, you fucking piece of shit!” you bellowed.
Shane stuffed your thong in your mouth, ending your tirade, his hand splayed between your shoulder blades, pining you to the hood.
“You talk to fucking much,” he snarled.
Panic took hold when you felt Rick’s cock brush against your slit.
Rick spit on your inner lips.
You screamed behind the gag, your dry cunt unprepared, as he plunged in.
He was bigger than Shane, your walls straining to accommodate him, every thrust carrying fresh agony.
Rick snapped his hips quicker, zipper chafing your tender skin.
Sobbing softly, you closed your eyes, vainly wishing this was just a dream.
“Fuck. Haven’t been in a pussy this tight since before I married Lori.”
“Just hurry up, man. I want another turn.”
Your eyes flew open to see Shane palming his newly hardening length.
Rick’s movements became stilted, hips pumping wildly with his orgasm.
Pulling out, he motioned to your prone body.
“Batter up.”
The two men switched places.
Gritting your teeth, you waited.
Instead of Shane’s cock, his fingers gently probed your battered cunt.
You jolted at the swipe of his thumb across your clit.
Deftly he worked you, circling your nub, slick coating his hand.
Shame and disgust gnawed in your brain at your body’s natural reaction.
He draped his large frame over yours.
“You love this, don’t ya.”
You shook your head frantically.
“Knew you would. Way you showed your ass, flashed your tits at Charlie. Damn near gave the old man a stroke.”
Shane applied more pressure, eliciting a series of muffled moans.
“Hear that Rick? Slut loves this.”
Your pelvis rocked against his swirling digits.
He pinched your clit,sending you over the edge, streaks of lightning fraying your nerves.
Shane wasted no time in slipping inside.
You keened at the intrusion, channel swollen and bruised from Rick.
WHACK
He left a heated handprint on your ass.
Grasping your hips, he pounded your cunt feverishly, your juices and Rick’s cum easing his way.
All out of tears, you stared into the darkness.
Shane rode you cruelly, your legs growing numb.
His breathing hitched, hips faltering.
He came with a grunt, grinding into you.
Almost tenderly, he released the cuffs, holding you upright, removing the gag.
Trembling, you shimmied your jeans up.
“Hey.”
Nearly catatonic, you barely registered him speaking.
SMACK
“Listen to me.”
You tried to focus, terrified it wasn’t over.
“Rick and me? We got your ID. We know where you live.”
Blinking, his threat set in.
“You tell anyone, we’ll find you.”
“I..I won’t tell…never tell..” you stammered.
“Good girl.”
The two men sauntered to their cruiser.
“Thanks for your cooperation ma’am,” Shane taunted as they drove away.
Crawling into the driver’s seat, you clutched your phone.
“911. What is your emergency?”
“I need,” you sat up straight, “I need to report an assault.”
Shane and Rick were about to find out they had fucked with the wrong woman.
Authority Song
John Mellencamp
1983
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❝𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐒❞ ↳ 𝐃. 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧
Inspired by “Judas” by Lady Gaga // Best viewed in Dark Mode
You were part of the tight-knit group that consisted of you, Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Shane Walsh. The married couple made a bet if you and Shane would end up together, they both knew Shane liked you, and you would say you were interested but not really.
Yet you felt like something was missing, you found the idea of being with Shane depressing. If it wasn’t for Andrea and Amy dragging you to a bar, you never would’ve met the man that flipped your life around. The man in the black leather jacket with the name JUDAS printed on the back.
Daryl ‘Judas’ Dixon…
Paring ➳ Biker!Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, MODERN AU/NO OUTBREAK, age-gap (Reader’s in late twenties, Daryl early forties), terribly written smut, violence, swearing, toxic relationships, mentions of marriage, mentions of having children…
CHAPTERS ↓ Tumblr Only
All of the titles are lyrics to Lady Gaga songs!
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ║ ❝𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞❞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ║ ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭❞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 ║ ❝𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐭❞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ║ ❝𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ║ ❝𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐝, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 ║ ❝𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞❜𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝❞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 ║ ❝𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡❞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 ║ ❝𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡❞
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗 ║ ❝𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞❞ (Coming soon!!)
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Home is Where the Heart is (Part Five) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU
Part 1, 2, 3, 4...
Taglist: @1tsk1tty
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Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier and Begin Again by Taylor Swift.
Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.
TWS: flirting, bad relationships, abandonment issues, and self-destructing the good things.
[[A/N: The next one will take place directly after this one. Thanks for reading!!! ]]
You were silently searching through your papers, you had something in mind but couldn't really find it -a coloring page for the first day, you still needed to get candy-
Your eyes peeked through the window just a spare moment, and you halted. Something ran through your head, as you connected with Rick, the neighbor.
He wasn't paying attention, blue eyes far and distant, t-shirt dark from the heat and fitted just right around the expanse of his chest. The sun dusting along his curls, he was framed a bit like a painting -you couldn't look away. The warmth of the morning contrasted with the cool blue of his eyes, and you were sure a song could've been written about him if they hadn't already.
The papers faltered in your fingers, as you watched on.
Rick was taking a break, you guessed, he was leaning up against a tree -chin tilted up and looking through the branches. It was far too early for the kids to be up you realized, so he must be enjoying the bit of silence. The wrinkles by his eyes smoothed, as he let out a big breath -it flowed through his body fluidly like water.
Don't be a weirdo, you thought -dragging your eyes elsewhere, -just because you haven't seen the man in a while you become a living poem.
You hadn't been purposefully avoiding him, not really. It was kind of a give-and-take, you'd been prepping your lesson plan and needed...
Space.
You hadn't been purposefully avoiding him. Not really.
It'd been a fairly busy few days for you, you could hardly set aside time to see straight on your own. Or even think for that matter.
It was all so sudden and rushed, and you could hardly breathe. You hadn't even been answering calls-
Knock, knock.
It was a sort of slow, languid knock like the dusting of knuckles against the wood. Not like they hadn't wanted to be there or anything, just like they had been basking in the morning sun. Kind of like-
The spot where your eyes rested was now empty, the tree and its leaves rustling in the wind.
Oh.
As you approached the door, you heard a muffled voice, his -you recognized. All deep and gruff, even more so in the morning. And another through a phone -a little choppier but very... familiar.
"-for me."
"I'm really glad to help," he echoed, and you almost leaned into the wood to hear him better, "-no need, Mrs. Y/L/N, really."
Oh my god, you echoed out in your thoughts, loud and opposing.
You swung open the door with little composure, not as planned, but a bit desperate. Had she been guilting him?
One look into his eyes was a resounding yes.
"Hey," you spoke, connecting your eyes with him and mouthing 'sorry'.
Rick chuckled a bit, "Mrs. Y/L/N, they opened the door, I think we're-"
"Tell them to take a break," your Grandma's familiar voice echoed out, as if she hadn't known she was on speaker, "-or you know what, take them to breakfast, distract 'em. I can nearly see them worrying themself thin."
"Grandma," you hummed, tilting your tone knowingly, "-I'm sure I can care for myself."
"Don't lie to your Grandmother dear," she spoke -pointed and direct, "-Richard has told me you've been locked up the past few days."
"Grandma-"
"Sorry 'bout that," he apologized, low enough for just you to hear.
You waved it away, truly not thinking he needed to apologize for that. It was sweet, really.
"Just go get breakfast, darling," your Grandma sighed, "-I just want you out of that cooped-up old house."
"Fine," you hummed, turning around and placing your paperwork down, "-but you didn't have to bring Rick into this, I'm sure he's very busy-"
"I can make ya breakfast," he interrupted, unflinchingly, "-instead of goin' out."
"Rick, you don't have to-"
"Already making some for the kids," he hummed, looking down at you with his blue-blue eyes, "-won't be out of my way."
You paused, looking at him (he looked hopeful..?), "If you're sure."
"'M sure," he relented, softly. He looked over you gently, a soft sweeping motion, your hand fidgetted at your side.
"Okay," you echoed, "-okay. Is there... Is there a certain time?"
"You could just follow me," he hummed, "-'Could use an extra set of hands."
"Uh," you looked back at your imposing stack of paperwork for a moment, then down to the phone, and right back at him -something sparkling in his eyes, "-yeah, sure. Just give me two minutes, I just have to send an email-"
"Ah, ah, ah," your Grandma chastised over the phone, "-I said a break dear."
"Right," you sighed, before checking your clothes, and stepping out into the day -the sun was a welcome sort of warm, "-fine. I'm following him."
"Good," she hummed before the echo of a dial tone cleared through the air -satisfied with your current position.
"Of course," you sighed, "-look, I'm sorry. You don't have to-"
"No, no-" he hummed out, a sort of low grumble, "-I offered. Do ya not want to?"
You looked at him for a moment, eyes dipping over his face (his blue, blue eyes-), "I do. I, uh yeah, I do."
"Good," he smiled, bright, and something in you softened -just a little before he smirked, "-thought ya might've been scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Losing," he teetered, bright eyes twinkling and something in you laughed.
"Losing at what?" you questioned, tilting your head slightly, staying in step with him.
"They say I got the best pancakes on the block," he hummed, "-doubt you can beat that."
"You're so on."
"Thought so," Rick smiled, and something in you watched -like it was something you'd never see again, or maybe something you didn't want to miss.
And you walked into his home.
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congrats on the 3,000 followers! I'm so excited for this!
My request is Rick Grimes x plus size reader "she fell first, he fell harder" + “That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl.”
Mafia au? If you do that sort of thing.
Belonging
Mob!Rick Grimes x plus size reader
He’s older, he’s dangerous and he’s all yours
Warnings: age-gap relationship (reader is implied to be in her mid-20s while Rick is 50), daddy kink, unprotected sex, smut, small references to Rick’s kids, some cockwarming
WC: 1.6k
Minors DNI
3000 Follower Celebration
Falling in love with your boss was never a good idea, especially when he was the leader of the most powerful mob in the south and a man that was almost double your age who had two kids, one of which was barely ten years younger than you. But when he would smile at you first thing in the morning as you delivered his coffee or when his blue eyes sparkled as you told him a dumb joke to brighten his day, you fell even deeper for him.
“Mr Grimes?” You knocked gently on the door jamb to his office, unconsciously pressing your plump thighs together as you took in the sight of his unruly grey curls that had been loosened from his usual slicked back style through the day. His eyes met yours, his pink lips turning up into a smooth smile beneath his well-groomed beard.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes darlin’.” He cooed, leaning back from his desk so he could give you his full attention. “And I thought I told you ta call me Rick or daddy.” He winked. You rolled your eyes and strutted into the office, shutting the door behind you, mindful to lock it.
“And I thought I told you to keep it professional during work hours.” His eyes followed you as you moved to the other end of the office. You poured a glass of his very expensive brandy into a crystal tumbler, his heavy gaze burning into your back. “I’m still your secretary Mr Grimes.” You glanced back at him.
He clenched his jaw in annoyance but his eyes were still alight with amusement. “Well, you refused to let me give you a better position Mrs Grimes.” You scoffed and turned on the balls of your feet so you could lean against his drinks cabinet, taking a sip of the golden liquid.
“You offered me the job when your dick was down my throat, I don’t think that’s a brilliant qualifier. And I’m not Mrs Grimes yet, I don’t see a ring on either of our fingers.” You pointed out, tapping your empty ring finger against the glass.
“And how is that my fault? I’ve asked ya ta marry me bout 50 times now.” The high-back leather seat rolled back from his desk, allowing Rick to stand to his full height. His black suit is now wrinkled from sitting at his desk all day but still gives him an air of power. You knew how dangerous he was but that made it all the more exciting. “If it had been up ta me, we would be married and with a couple of tykes around ya feet by now.”
You smiled and took another sip. “But no. Ya had ta say it was ‘too soon’.” He said with a mocking tone, slowly working his way over to you. Your gaze dropped down and caught sight of the tightness in his slacks around his growing bulge.
“You proposed on our second date AFTER I had to beg you for the first one.” His huge palm cupped the swell of your hip as he plucked the glass from your hand, downing the rest of the brandy in one gulp. You were hypnotised by the way his Adam's apple bobbed and the urge to bite his deliciously thick throat became almost overwhelming.
“I am sorry bout that darlin. Ya see, I couldn’t believe such a sweet, plump, sexy little thang like you would want an old dangerous man like me.” That made you mad. Your fingers curled around his dark tie and yanked the mobster closer to you.
“Then you are a fool, Mr Grimes, to not see how much I utterly adore you.” You pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth in a delicate peck but when he whined, obviously wanting more, you kissed him properly.
Rick’s arms wound around your thick waist as you held his jaw in your hands. Heat raced through you as he pulled you away from the wooden cabinet and towards the huge sofa in the corner of the room. “Guess you’ll hafta prove it ta me then.” He groaned against your lips, his fingers searching for the zipper to your skirt at the same time.
“And how do you suppose I do that daddy?” You swore his knees buckled as you cooed into his ear. As the back of Rick’s legs hit the edge of the couch, he tumbled back, pulling you down on top of him. Your thick thighs were forced apart over his lap and your bare centre pushed against him. Wetness quickly soaked through the rough fabric of his pants.
A moan slipped through your throat as your clit brushed up on the metallic zipper. Rick smirked. “How bout you give me a ride darlin, show me with your purty little pussy.” He lifts your skirt just enough to expose your soaked folds to him.
You chased his lips as you rocked forward onto your knees, your fingers fumbling with the clasp to his pants. Your tongues tangled in a lewd dance, your teeth clacking together as you become more desperate for him. Rick’s musky cologne washed over your senses, consuming your whole being.
Finally, his trousers came undone and your hands flew into them, desperate for your prize. Rick hissed as you pulled him out. He was painfully hard and throbbing in your soft palm, his head now a deep purple, eager for release. “Is this all for me daddy?” You cooed, giving him a tentative pump and watching as a bead of pre-cum gathered at his tip.
His thin hips bucked into your hand. “Ya know it is. All yours darlin.” You kissed him again, this time it was sweeter as you tried to convey all your feelings for the older man with a single brush of your lips. As he kissed you back, his hands held your hips tightly, guiding you up so you could position him at your weeping entrance.
“And I’m all yours.” You sunk down onto him slowly, his thick length prying you apart with a pleasurable burn. “F-fuck daddy. So big.” You moaned and dropped down another inch. His grip on you got even tighter, forcing you down so he was buried to the hilt. Your body struggled to take him, your walls rippling around him.
Rick stopped breathing in a vain attempt to keep himself still. He wanted you to take what you needed from him in your own time, no matter how wild it drove him to have you wrapped so tightly around him and so wet that it was dripping onto his heavy balls.
Your body sagged as you finally relaxed enough for the stretch to lessen. “There ya go darlin. Doin so good.” He stroked the small of your back lovingly with his thumbs, encouraging you to take your time with him, even if it was borderline torture for the mobster.
Deciding to put him out of his misery, you rolled your hips in a figure-8 motion, your clit grinding against the sparse patch of hair at the base of his pelvis with each pass. But all-too soon, you realised it wasn’t enough. So planting your knees into the cousins, you started to bounce on top of your lover.
His reaction was immediate.
Rick's eyes rolled back into his head as he bit his lip to prevent loud groans from escaping. The air was forced from your lungs every time your ass met his thighs
“That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl.” Your thighs began to burn with the strain of riding him but the pleasure was too great to stop. With each downward roll of your hips, the crown of his cock perfectly hitting the bundle of nerves deep inside of you that had you seeing stars.
Your nails dug painfully into his strong shoulders, almost slicing through his shirt. Rick’s hips bucked with the pain, sending him even deeper inside yourself. You gasped as he bashed against your cervix, inadvertently sending you higher and higher. The knot deep inside you began to tighten quickly and by the way Rick’s head had fallen into the crook of your neck, his lips desperately kissing and suckling your skin, he was getting close too.
“Daddy please. Need more.” You whined. His strong right hand skirted down your front, leaving goosebumps in its wake. For a moment he paused at the area around your hips, pressing his fingers to the soft flesh of your stomach almost reverently before continuing to the apex of your thighs.
Calloused fingertips rubbed tight circles against your clit and you exploded. Colours burst behind your eyes as your jaw dropped open in a silent scream. His cock throbbed deep inside you and Rick gave two, three forceful thrusts up before holding you down and cumming inside you.
The office was silent save for the sounds of your breathing. Your body trembled with the force of your orgasm and you slumped into your partner. Rick chuckled breathlessly, holding you to his chest. “Guess ya really do love me.” He murmured into your hair.
“Yeah so deal with it Grimes.” You replied sleepily, exhaustion suddenly overcoming you. Rick just smiled and traced down the length of your spine as you fell asleep on top of him, his cock softening inside of you.
“Rick, we need ya down at the docks. Negan is causin some issues.” Daryl’s tentative voice called from outside the office door. Rick sighed.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” Gently, he laid you down on the couch and pulled out. There was a rush of his release as it spilled from you. With a practised ease, he grabbed the small box of tissues from the side table to wipe away the last of his seed. You never even stirred as he laid his jacket over you and placed a kiss on your head. “Be good for me darlin. I’ll be back soon.”
And hopefully you wouldn’t take off the huge diamond ring he had delicately placed on your finger before he was able to beg you to keep it on.
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Hiii would you write a modern au with Daryl x reader and their baby girl and where he’s nervous for her first day of kindergarten and cute little at home moments and them cuddling together! I would love this! Maybe start off getting ready for school and having breakfast and drop off. Ending with her telling them about her day and Daryl being a good dad and tucking her in at night! Sweet Daryl and reader moment in bed! Thank you ❤️
Hi!!
Thanks for your request!
I have to say that I loved your idea daddy Daryl it something that always melts my heart.
I hope you'll like it!
Enjoy!
Little Dixon.
Daryl x FemReader.
@gabymiller request.
Warning: Fluff. Daddy Daryl (no, not like that you perverts). Protective Daryl.
Words: 2200.
You wake up alone in your bed. Needing a moment to process what's going on or what time is it, you miss your man at your side.
It is quite late and you find it strange that Daryl is not lying next to you. You yawn as you stretch to clear your mind and get out of bed to look for him. Of course you don't need to go far. In the room next to yours is your husband. He is leaning against the door watching the little girl sleeping oblivious to her father's protective gaze. You stroke his back and he turns to look at you.
"What are you doing, Daryl?" you whisper so as not to wake your daughter.
"She starts kindergarten tomorrow... Don't ya think it's too soon? She's still too little, she ain't..."
"Daryl, she's three, it's a good age for her to start interacting with other children." You try to talk some sense into him.
"I didn't go to kindergarten, I went straight to school, and look at me, I'm normal." He protests again even though he knows his excuses are useless. You laugh softly.
"Nothing is going to happen to her..."
"Ya dun know that..." He sighs defeatedly agreeing to come back into the room with you.
The two of you lie down again, you cuddle up to him using his shoulder as a pillow and feel him kiss your forehead absentmindedly. You know he's still thinking about tomorrow, but you can't put it off any longer, like every child, your daughter needs to learn to live with other children, to play, to interact, to learn, to be full of other children's boogers, it's part of every human being's life. Daryl has become very protective of his little girl since she was born, it is very tender to watch him play and talk to her, but other times it is exhausting, because if it were up to him you are sure he would wrap the little one in bubble wrap just so nothing would happen to her.
"Try to get some more sleep, otherwise you're going to have a very hard day tomorrow."
"Remember the first time we saw her?" he speaks again and you smile against his chest. How could you forget.
"I remember you almost fainted." You joke and he laughs low not wanting to wake the little girl in the next room.
"She was so small, I was afraid to touch her and she was going to break..."
"I know, the first few days you didn't dare pick her up until she grabbed your finger and since then you've been unable to let her go." You sigh feeling excited, Daryl smiles, his fingers lovingly caressing your arm snuggling you a little more against him.
Being a Dixon has always been difficult, Daryl has never had an easy past, but since your little girl came into the world, it seems like things are less dark. Daryl has gone out of his way for her since before she was born. He has taken care of you every month, whatever it took to make sure you were comfortable and the baby lacked for nothing. Daryl worked hard in the shop, even though Merle had always been a mess the two brothers ventured into opening a shop with a mutual friend, Rick Grimes, and they never lacked for work, you worked from home and it had never been a problem for you with the pregnancy or taking care of your baby until now. When Daryl came home from the workshop he always found time, no matter how tired he was, to lie down next to you, rest his head on your belly and whisper little words to your baby, at first you found it funny to watch him talk to your belly button, but as your belly grew, your husband's words and caresses had an effect on your baby, you felt him move, he sought the warmth that the man gave off when he touched your skin.
From that day on you knew that the two of them would have a very special bond.
The next day you get up early to prepare breakfast, from far away you hear the screams and laughter of your little girl while Daryl dresses her. You know it is an important day, especially for your husband, he is going to leave his little girl in the hands of strangers and he is more nervous than the kid.
You leave the dishes on the table and smile when you hear hurried footsteps in the hallway followed by another heavier, calmer walk. Through the door appears a blonde hair and two intense blue eyes and she smiles excitedly. Daryl has dressed your little girl in a nice denim dress, black long-sleeved T-shirt, black and white striped tights and her sneakers. On her back is slung her backpack and she can't stop bouncing, eager to start her new adventure.
"Say good morning to mommy, honey." You hear your husband's voice and look up.
Your smile, loaded with tenderness towards the little girl, turns into a grimace of surprise when you discover your husband has put on a black shirt, new, you didn't even know it existed, jeans also new and he had abandoned his hiking boots for sneakers. You frown at him. He'd even combed his hair.
"What...?"
"Today is a special day... I-I wanted to set a good example and..." He tries to explain himself, biting his lip nervously, looking down at his feet.
"Daryl... you don't have to prove anything..." You sigh feeling your heart melt by the minute.
"I know, but I want to, for her."
Again it beats too fast and you smile nodding your head. You have a quiet breakfast, the girl mumbles a lot of things she has dreamt that night telling them with utmost emotion laughing every time her father made exaggerated faces of surprise for what she is telling. You leave them alone again, Daryl struggling to comb her hair and trying to put it in a ponytail, while you go to get dressed.
You leave the house when you all feel ready, of course the little one of the house is looking forward to it, but you take the walk to the kindergarten calmly, each holding one of her hands which she uses as a support to jump or sway laughing and having fun along the way. When you arrive at the school gates you see how Daryl is clearly tensing up, however no look is directed towards your family in a hostile way, rather some parents seem curious about the new arrival. There are children of various ages playing together, some already know each other from other years, others like your daughter are new there and seem frightened or disoriented. All the parents seem to have that worried grimace painted on their faces, but they all try to look strong so as not to worry their children. The little girl suddenly takes a step back, overwhelmed by the amount of people around her and Daryl instinctively squeezes her hand wanting to hold her in his arms, but then another girl walks up to her smiling.
"Hi!" she greets her with a mouth still growing a few teeth.
"H-hello..." She whispers in fright, hiding against her father's leg.
"Wanna come to play?" She offers her the other girl and as if it were a magic phrase, your daughter's state changes completely.
"Okay!" She nods her head, brave again, forgetting about you she runs behind the other girl who leads her to another group who seem to be the same age as her.
Daryl feels a strange tug in his chest as she lets go of his hand. He feels as if something has suddenly changed, he has been left behind, an uneasiness tightens in his chest and for a second he wants to go after her and retrieve her, but then he sees her smiling and laughing with those children as they play and he knows you are doing the right thing.
The rest of the day goes by faster than it seems. By the time you finish at work Daryl is already waiting for you to go pick up your little girl.
"I thought you'd be out later." You greet him by kissing him.
"Rick let me out to go pick up our lil'quake from school." He shrugs but you see his cheeks flush. It's obvious he's been thinking about the little girl all morning.
"Well come on then, I've missed her too."
Daryl stops the van at the entrance of the kindergarten, again there is a crowd of parents waiting for their little ones to leave the school. You both stand to the side trying to control your own nervousness. Again no one pays attention to Daryl, to his work clothes, to the grease on his hands, to the sweat on his forehead. He's not a Dixon there, he's just another father who is eager to take his little girl in his arms and go home. Your heart races again when you see her leaving accompanied by the same girl you had left her with that morning, the two of them talk animatedly, but when her eyes fall on you, everything else disappears. She says goodbye to her friend to run to meet you, her little arms don't embrace either of you, but Daryl catches her lifting her off the ground and filling her face with kisses making her laugh and squeal in amusement. You hug them both and kiss her on her chubby cheek. You had missed her, but weren't aware of how much until now.
The three of you go back to the van when she finishes saying goodbye to the rest of the children, your little girl has not been allowed to leave until she has said goodbye to all of them. All along the way she keeps talking and babbling about what she has been doing all morning. Her emotion and joy is contagious, making you both smile as you watch her in the rearview mirror, tied in her stroller, waving her arms in an exaggerated way and laughing at the memory of what she had experienced. You look sideways at Daryl and discover that his fear has dissipated a little, his smile is sincere and his eyes shine with intensity, with pride. He loves his little girl.
The afternoon passes between anecdotes and funny stories, your daughter has been given some coloring books with different activities to begin to stimulate learning, numbers, vocabulary, colors, all very basic but essential for her own development. Some things she already knows because you have practiced them at home and she is proud to know them.
After dinner and cleaning up the dishes, Daryl is in charge of taking the girl to bed, she is almost asleep on his shoulder when you kiss her and wish her goodnight. When you go up to your room to change into your pajamas you peek through the door to the girl's room, Daryl has tucked her in and is telling her a story, but she is already asleep. You smile and go into your room.
A sigh catches in your throat as you feel Daryl's body press against your back. His lips kiss your neck, one of his hands caresses your belly and another slips inside your pajama shorts. You stifle a gasp and close your eyes against his touch.
"We could have another..." He whispers against your skin and you smile still with your eyes closed.
"And have another week of nerves and anxiety?" you tease him a little and hear him snort, his hands leaving your caress to grab your waist and make you turn around.
"Sorry about that..." He apologizes, looking sideways at you. "I didn't..."
"You don't have to apologize to me, Daryl. I adore you, just the way you are. You're an exceptional father to our daughter, I know nothing bad will ever happen to her because she has you, I know she's going to be so happy, that she'll never feel unprotected." You smile and kiss him with infinite affection, Daryl reciprocates your kiss, hugging you and hiding his face in your neck.
"I feel like time has gone by too fast... like I haven't enjoyed myself enough with her..."
"Daryl she's only three, we still have plenty of time to be able to enjoy her." You try to cheer him up, but you understand what he means, you feel that way sometimes too.
"I know, but..."
"Daddy? Mommy?" You hear your little girl's voice in the doorway of your room and you separate to look at her.
"What's the matter, sweetheart, can't you sleep?" You look at her worriedly and she shakes her head.
"Can I sleep with you?" she asks in a breathy whisper and you smile at the same time.
"Sure you can, sweetie, come here." You tell her gesturing her into the room and she smiles. "That baby will have to wait." You whisper jokingly and Daryl laughs softly.
The three of you get into bed, your little girl right in the middle of the two of you, Daryl stretches his arms out to wrap them both around you and you both snuggle against his chest. Your daughter clings to your hands and squeezes in trying to feel you both. Your gazes connect once again, even though the day has been exciting and fun, she has missed you too.
She is the first to fall asleep, soon after you also fall asleep, Daryl is the last to close his eyes, enjoying the sight of the two women in his life sleeping peacefully. He sighs and falls asleep with a small smile, his hand holding yours and your daughter's tightly.
THE END.
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all grown up | rick grimes (modern!au)
PAIRING — rick grimes x fem!reader
REQUEST — @gabymiller - Hiiii would you write Maybe a cute little fic series of modern au Rick grimes x reader and they have a baby girl and Rick is worried about sending her off to kindergarten and just cute little at home moments
SUMMARY — it's the first day of kindergarten for your and rick's daughter, phoebe
WARNINGS — modern!au, age gap (reader is about nine years younger than rick), slice of life, fluff
WORD COUNT — 1,772
NOTE — the fact that i spent like an hour working on a timeline just for this fic is baffling to me, but i hope you like it! i don't think i focused on rick worrying enough tho :(
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Waking up was the worst part of your mornings. Everything else about the morning was just fine; taking a shower, making breakfast, getting everyone ready. None of that bothered you except for the actual waking up part.
The sun glared at you through the curtains, and just like every other morning, you cursed the layout of your bedroom for positioning the window at the opposite end of your bed. Squinting, you rolled over, finding relief from the burning ball of gas in the sky when you tucked your face into the neck of your husband.
“Well, look who finally woke up,” Rick teased, a breathy laugh falling from his lips as his arm pulled you closer to his body.
An upset laugh escaped you as you pulled back, looking up at the man. His blue eyes were already on you, an adoring smile stretching his stubble-covered cheeks. Reaching up, you scratched at the facial hair with a smile. “Good morning to you, too, cowboy.”
Chuckling, Rick pressed his lips to yours. His hand grazed your thigh as he began to turn you on your back. Both your hands reached to cup his cheeks as he continued pressing kisses to your lips. Unfortunately, before anything really happened, your bedroom door creaked open, followed by the patter of little feet.
“Mama! Daddy! Wake up!” A little voice called, crossing the room. Rick rolled back to his side of the bed as you sat up, watching your daughter climb up the bed. “It’s my first day of school! Come on!”
Phoebe crawled her way to you as Rick sat up, a bright smile lighting up his features. When your daughter got close enough, he picked her up and sat her on his lap, brushing her tangled hair from her face as she talked adamantly about what she thought would happen in school.
The picture before you warmed your heart like nothing else. Your husband, watching your daughter talk with so much passion. Everyone told you Phoebe looked so much like her father, and you knew they were right. She and Carl shared the same dark hair and blue eyes, but if it weren’t for the fact that she had your nose and bone structure, no one would’ve known she was yours.
Right now, her bed head was at its worst, tangled and sticking out in every direction. She was wearing her pink white bunny pajama set, one leg ridden halfway up her calf. Phoebe, like you, was famous for tossing and turning in her sleep. In one hand, she clutched the stuffed bunny Carl got for her before she was even born. Over the years, the fur became more matted and the white was starting to fade, but Phoebe still carried it wherever she went.
When the clock hit 7:15, Rick put Phoebe back on the ground and headed to the shower, while you took your daughter back to her room to get her ready for school. Since she insisted that she wanted to dress herself, you went across the hall to Carl’s room. “Carl?” You knocked on the door. “Come on, bud, you gotta get up. School starts in an hour.”
“I’m up,” his reply came through the door, muffled by the wood.
You nodded, deciding to check in on Phoebe, only to find that she had finished getting dressed and was trying to velcro her shoes. Looking up from her shoes, she asked, “Mama, can you do my hair? Like the way Maggie does it?”
“I can try, bug, but I don’t know how good I can do it,” you told her, “Maggie’s braids are extra special, remember?”
“I know,” she nodded. “But I think you can do it!”
Laughing, you stepped into the room and followed her over to her vanity, kneeling down to match her height. Hair ties littered the surface, but you started with the obvious: detangling her nest of hair as gently as you could. Once that was done, you did your best to pull Phoebe’s hair into a Dutch braid. After a few attempts, you had gotten pretty close to what Maggie’s braids usually look like, and finished it off by sliding a white headband onto Phoebe’s head.
Once she was out of the room, you stepped out, watching Carl leave his own room. He looked at you and you told him, “Head downstairs, I’ll be down in a minute to make some breakfast.”
Nodding, Carl followed Phoebe. You headed into your room to get dressed, opening the closet door as Rick stepped out of the bathroom. He sat on the bed before saying, “I can’t believe she’s going to school already.”
“I know,” you agreed, sorting through your shirts. “It feels like only yesterday I was in the hospital bed. And Carl’s going into high school next year, too. God, I feel old.”
Rick came over, standing behind you as he reached for one of his white undershirts. “What if the other kids pick on her? What if she doesn’t like it there?”
You laughed, turning to face your husband. “Relax, hon. She’ll do just fine. Remember, she’s your daughter, so she’ll probably have half the damn school charmed and wrapped around her finger by lunch.”
Rick laughed, slipping the shirt on. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, really. How else do you think you had me blushing and stumbling over my words at a seven-year-old’s birthday party? Because of your supposedly amazing balloon animal-making skills?” You teased, mind wandering back to how you met.
“Nah, I just saw the most beautiful woman in the world and decided to shoot my best shot.” He smirked, causing your cheeks to heat up.
You pulled him into a quick kiss. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re a cop, sheriff Grimes.”
Rick pulled you in, pressing another kiss to your lips. When you pulled away, he slipped on and buttoned up his uniform shirt as you put on a pair of jeans and a blouse, being the last person in the house to make it into the kitchen.
Carl and Phoebe sat at the table, talking among themselves as Rick cooked up some bacon to go with their waffles. You poured them up some juice - orange for Carl, apple for Phoebe - and two cups of coffee for you and Rick. Breakfast passed simply, waffles and bacon being a regular and well-loved meal between the four of you.
By the time everyone was finished eating and getting ready, you barely had enough time to get Carl and Phoebe to the school. On the car ride there, Phoebe finally admitted, “Mama, I’m scared. I don’t wanna go to school. I wanna go to Maggie’s house.”
You and Rick shared a look as you turned onto the street where the school was, but before you had a chance to comfort your daughter, Carl stepped in. “It’s okay, Pheebs. I’ll walk in with you, okay? And there’s three outside breaks, you can come and stay with me if you want to. I’ll be there all the time, and if you need me you can ask your teacher, okay?”
“Okay,” the girl nodded, and your heart nearly melted. Ever since you and Rick first told Carl that you were having a baby, he fell in love with her, and with being a big brother. He’d do anything for her, including sleeping on the floor next to her crib when she cried at night just so you and Rick wouldn’t have to get up and rock her back to sleep.
“Carl, did you talk to your mom last night?” Rick asked, turning in his seat to look at his son.
The boy behind you nodded. “Yeah, she called me before bed. Said she couldn’t wait to see me for Thanksgiving and that Judy and Shane missed me.”
Rick nodded, not pushing the conversation any further. Up until about two years ago, Shane and Lori were still living in Kings County. That is, until they got engaged and moved out to Atlanta, opting to see Carl every other holiday instead of every other week. But somehow, even eight years later, the topic was a sore subject for your husband (understandably).
When you pulled into a parking spot and everyone had filed out of the car, your heart felt a little heavy. You didn’t have to be at the high school for another twenty minutes, but you did have to drop Rick off at the station. In his truest fashion, your husband managed to plan a way to leave his patrol car at the station the night before, hitching a ride with Glenn (Maggie’s husband, and, coincidentally, one of the deputies) so he could go to school with you and the kids.
You carried Phoebe’s bag as you walked, her hand enveloped by her father’s much larger one. Carl walked beside you, his bag haphazardly slung over one shoulder, creasing the flannel over shirt he wore.
There were so many parents gathered near the front doors, some of which you recognized, most of which you couldn’t identify. When your family slowed to a stop, you were the first to kneel down to your daughter’s height. Slipping her pink backpack onto her shoulders, you told her, “Be good, okay? Make some new friends, Maggie will be here to pick you up after school, okay?”
Your daughter’s face lit up at the mention of your friend. “Okay!” She nodded. Pulling her close, you pressed a kiss to her forehead and enveloped her in a hug before letting her say goodbye to her dad.
Rick did the same as you, eyes cloudy as he rested his hands on Phoebe’s arms. “Do as your mother says, got it?” The little girl nodded. “Okay. Now, daddy loves you,”
“I love you too, daddy,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around her father's neck. He pulled her close, and your heart melted at the tears in his eyes.
Like you did, Rick pressed a kiss to the side of Phoebe’s head before letting her go and standing to his full height. Both he and you turned to Carl, exchanging quick hugs, goodbyes, and ‘I love you's. (They were only so quick because he was getting a little too embarrassed for his own liking.)
Stepping back, you watched Carl make his way to his sister, outstretching his hand. “Come on, Pheebs, we gotta head inside now.”
Your daughter took her brother’s hand as you took your husbands, resting your head on his shoulder. With a happy heart, the two of you watched as your children turned to wave one final goodbye before disappearing into the building.
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Daughter!Reader x Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 4. Bow Boy
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After way too many chapters the reader will now meet our favorite archer.
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In the weeks that followed you had become adept at moving through the dead. You had set up a little place closer in the city for yourself, complete with a crappy veggie garden on the roof of an apartment complex for yourself. Only Tomatoes, Onions, and Lettuce seemed to grow up there but it was better than nothing. You had built up a steady collection of books, turning one of the abandoned apartments into a library. You treated the zombie books as if they were comedy. ‘If only they knew’ you’d think looking at your wardrobe which consisted of some comfortable pieces to lounge around your hideout in and a bucket of cloths stewing in guts for when you went out. It proved beneficial to leave the home smelling freshly dead.
You were trying to build up a collection of canned food, meant to get you through the winter, but it wasn’t enough and with your last crop failing you knew it was back to foraging for at least the next three months. You had an old calendar broken up and spread across your floor. If you could fit seven cans on each page then you’d be fine...but seven cans was all you had, not including the dog food. The only good thing is that food was the only thing you had a hard time coming up with.
You were wandering through the streets again in your walker gear, your bag empty, aside from some old seed mix you took from the pet store. The snow had begun to fall making being discrete more difficult as the dead would often get stuck or fall over, which wasn’t an option for you. ‘Maybe when it gets heavy I can wear my normal clothes.’ you thought.
It was no use, the sun was setting, and traveling deeper into town would prove a fruitless effort if you got caught by the dead. You backtracked to a bank. The doors were broken and bloodied and ripped sleeping bags lined the ground, but what you came here for was the boards on the windows. You ripped some filling from a sleeping bag, shoving it into your ruck-sack, and moved to the windows.
You got the first board down but the click of a gun stopped your movements. “Turn around. Slowly” a man with a southern accent spoke. You did as he said, turning around with your hands raised. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. Before you stood Rick Grimes, along with a man with a crossbow and a woman with dark hair pulled into a tight pony, pointing a familiar rifle at you.
“Hey...Rick was it?” you nodded to the woman “Glad to see you got some use out of that rifle.” It took a moment for it to dawn on Rick who you were, at which he couldn’t contain his chuckle at your overly friendly attitude.
“I didn’t recognise you with all that filth on your face, then again I never got your name.”
“I have reasons to prefer it that way,” you smiled at him.
“Look, can you leave those blanks? We need to camp here for the night.” He asked, not putting his gun down, but you didn’t judge.
“I need the wood,”
“Let’s just kill her” the man spoke up, stepping closer then visually wincing. You looked him over quickly and noticed his leg was bleeding badly.
“Your hurt,” you spoke, locking eyes with the man. After a glance over the rest of them, it seemed they had been through a war. Maybe that’s why they decided to stay “I can help with that if you let me. I have a safe house not too far from here.” you said, nodding to the man behind Rick. “In return you guys just gotta help me carry up some planks to make a fire.”
“No” the woman behind Rick spoke.
“Yes,” Rick interjected. He turned to his group, his back to you which seemed to make them trail their weapons on your head. You took a step back for their sake. “If she says she can patch Daryl up then she can.”
“Why do you trust her?” the woman asked, not taking her eyes or aim off of you for a second.
“It’s a long story,” he whispered “But we’re cold and exposed out here. So I say we take her up on the offer.”
“Can I go back to getting my wood now?” you interrupted them. “It’s getting late and it’s hard to navigate in the dark”
“Yeah,” Rick said, turning back to you. You turned and started pulling the planks off the windows, now with Rick’s help. The other two took a moment to join you too, pulling a couple planks off the wall. Between yourself and Rick you had a few days worth of wood, while the woman was busy helping the second man who was limping. You lead them down to an old red-brick building, leading them to the entrance to the basement.
“It’s ten flours up,” you said, unlocking the gate and motioning the group to go down. “You’ll sleep like babies after.” Once inside the planks were offloaded onto you to carry the second man up the floors. Once on your floor, you dropped the planks onto the ground, finding an oil-lamp in the moonlight and turning it on. The group looked even more exhausted now. You held out the lamp to Rick and nodded to the door to your left. “My bed’s in there. Get him laid out. I’ll be on the roof.” he took the lamp from you. You grabbed two planks and walked past them “Don’t take my food there’s not enough” you called as you passed them.
You opened up the roof, finding what was left of your garden, some plastic boxes collecting snow, and a fire pit you had jerry-rigged out of a sheet of metal, an old lamp, and a punch of wire hangers twirled to suspend a pot that had filled with snow. You grabbed the hatchet you had found from it’s space by the door and got the filling from your bag and started a fire using a lighter. As it burned you went back to the entrance way to the roof, where you kept the bucket of guts for your walker gear and a small cupboard with clean clothes in it and some pieces of cloth. By the time you had peeled off the layers, the snow had turned to water. You poured some out into a neighbouring pot full of snow, cooling it.
As you were washing the gunk off your skin and out of your hair you heard the door open. It was the woman. “I’m so sorry” she yelped, closing the door.
“What is it?” you yelled just before she closed it again.
“We were wondering what was taking you” she answered. “You didn’t mention you were bathing.” you wiped the blood from your arms, your skin reacting to the sudden heat and cold.
“There’s a pot on the stove in my kitchen. Can you bring it up?” you called. She replied positively before fully closing the door. By the time she came back you were fully clean and redressed in some red pants, a black shirt, a yellow hoodie, and a pair of slip-on shoes you’d designated as your house shoes. She held the pot from behind the door, you walked over and opened the door, finding her with her eyes closed. “I’m dressed,” you said, taking the pot. You got some snow from the bins and emptied the last of the water into the new pot. You picked it up.
“I’m Tara, by the way” she spoke up as you walked back towards her.
“I didn’t ask” you replied, walking past her “close the door” you were down one flight of stairs with her behind you when you stopped short, looking over your shoulder. “Sorry, it’s just...safer to not exchange names.” Tara nodded at you
“No, I get it.” she smiled at you meekly. The two of you continued down the stairs. “How do you know Rick?”
“I tried to kill him,” you said plainly, pushing your door open to see Rick and the other man, now sitting on the couch. “I thought I told you the bed.” You said, putting the pot of hot water on the coffee table. “Where’s the wound?”
“His calf,” Rick replied, watching you walk into the kitchen. You threw open one of the presses and to the shock of the other three, it was over flowing with medical supplies. You grabbed a familiar first-aid kid, a bottle of antibiotics, some bandage, and gauze.
“Great. Take off your pants.” You unintentionally slammed the doors closed “Or just roll up the leg of your jeans. Either way, I need a look at it.” The man bent over and rolled up the jean leg.
“Where did you find all that stuff?” Rick asked. You picked up the man’s leg and placed it on the coffee table, shoving the pant leg up.
“Around” you replied as you cleaned the matted blood from the wound. It was a rather deep cut and it didn’t look good. “You’re gonna need stitches, and I’m gonna have to open it up more.”
“The hell you mean open it up more!” The man shouted
“To make sure it’s clean, numb-nuts. How’d you get this?”
“We jumped out of an office window” Tara spoke up. “Daryl got caught on the fire escape.” Now that made you laugh. That fragile-looking man, that baby-faced girl, and this rough-looking redneck is the one that gets hurt.
“Old steal.” you signed dramatically “I gotta clean it properly.” you spoke, opening the first aid kit to show it full of medical tools. Mainly single-use tweezers and scissors. You took some scissors and cut up some gauze, “It’s gonna hurt. Need a towel to bite on?” you asked, using a pair of tweezers to pick up the gaze and soak it in the steaming water.
“Fuck you” Daryl cursed. You positioned your free hand over the wound, pushing it open slightly, causing him to wince.
“As you wish” you cut back before focusing on cleaning the wound. He took it like a champ and you had him bandaged in no time. You dumped the water out the window when you were done. You laughed to yourself as it hit a walker and he grumbled up at you. You didn’t pay attention to their conversation until they pulled you into it.
“How many walkers have you killed?” Rick called over to you. You closed the window and walked back into the sitting room of the apartment,
“Why?”
“Please just answer the question,” Rick spoke quietly. You leaned against a hall and took a deep breath
“I don’t know... a lot”
“How many people have you killed?” he asked. You thought on it a moment and remembered the lady you sent a walker on back at Sanctuary
“One”
“Why?”
“She tried to kill me first”
The three of them looked amongst themselves as if reading each other’s minds. “We have a place-”
“No” you stopped Rick, knowing what was coming next. “I am not going to your camp, and you're not staying here. Tomorrow morning you will leave, and I will stay,” you spoke firmly
“It’s not a camp,” Tara spoke up from where she was sitting on the couch next to Daryl. “It’s a community. We have walls.”
“I’m not going” you spoke slowly, making sure every word was heard. You pushed off the wall and walked past the living area towards your bedroom. “Next door is my library. There’s another bed and a couch. Just don’t take my shit.” you closed the door and locked it for good measure. ‘They’ll take my supplies’ you thought as you crawled into bed, pulling the blankets as closely around you as possible, ‘but they won’t take me’.
The following morning you woke to see your patient out cold on your couch, with his friends on the floor covered in the blankets from the library. It was still dark out, as expected in the winter season, but you still wanted them gone. You walked past him to your door, remembering you’d left your bag on the roof. Everything up there was still in its place too.
Back in your apartment, you prepared a wonderful breakfast; half a can of soup, and some seed mix in a bowl. It tasted like crap but you knew it would fill you for the next while. “Thought you said there was no food” Daryl piped up from the couch. You turned your back to him.
“Not enough for more people” you retorted, slurping down your cold soupy-seedy mix.
“How long have you been out here?” He asked.
“Some time” you said through gulps
“Where were you before this?”
“Someplace else” you snapped, scraping the last of the mix into your mouth. Silence fell for a moment.
“Why did you help us?” he asked. You looked down into the old metal sink as if it had the answers. You used to do the same with the neck of a vodka bottle at sanctuary. They never had the answers. ‘Old soldiers don’t forget their training?’ you thought
“I don’t know” is what you said.
The other two woke not long after. Rick looked at your cabinet than at you before approaching you. Before he could speak you opened it up and pulled out two changes of bandages. “For Daryl,” you said, “Now get out.”
Three days later you were coming back to your home from another run, finding some clothes and chocolate powder but no food. With the seeds, you could stretch your rations to another week but it was still tight. That was when you saw a small pile of cans in front of your door. Eight in total. Soups, peas, beans, apple sauce. Among the cans, you found a small note. ‘From Alexandria’ it read. You thought of the ramifications that might have to your security and how that they’ll probably pay a price for not having enough food for your father this week, then one of the tins read /FAVOURITE SOUP/ and your stomach won over, demanding you to start a fire this minute and warm that can of delicious right up!
You were grateful for the first time. Alarmed the second time. Tired of it by the third time. They would come every week with cans and tins of food. When you expected the next delivery ‘from Alexandra’ you stayed home, sitting on the floor watching the door. The sun had been up a while and you were certain they weren’t coming when you heard heavy steps, followed by the sound of tin knocking off each other. You opened the door quickly, startling the delivery man in the process.
“Howdy, Bow Boy” you spoke to Daryl who had the bow pointed at your face. “What’re you doing?” Daryl slid his crossbow back into place.
“ugh...Feeding ya?” he said, a little embarrassed about getting caught. “I figured you’d be out, scavenging.”
“I usually am but some homeless-looking guy keeps bringing me food” you smiled sarcastically.
“Well he sounds like a gentleman,” he said, picking up the cans and offering one to you.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked, closing your eyes in annoyance.
“You need it,” he spoke plainly. You pushed your door open and motioned for him to follow.
“Put the cans on the coffee table” you said, going to your medical supplies and pulling some things out and placing them on the counter. “I am not taking any more charity. We are going to trade.” He looked over what you were pulling out.
“Are you sure?” he asked. You nodded sternly.
“You ain’t leaving me short, so I ain’t gonna leave you short. That’s the terms.” you held out your hand to him. “Deal?”
You parted with a lot of medical supplies, some soaps, two blankets, and a box of cutlery. You would have given him more but he couldn’t fit any more in his bag. You’d just have to find him better stuff next time.
Riding into the Sanctuary on his bike, Daryl was greeted by some saviours. He emptied his bag, claiming to have found the pieces. Everyone was overjoyed at the supplies and the fresh blankets went to Rodney and his new-born. Heading back to his quarters he was approached by Lauren. “Daryl! Daryl, it happened again. Some asshole robbed some of our cans”
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Home is Where the Heart is (Part Seven) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...
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Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier and Begin Again by Taylor Swift.
Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.
TWs: a little angsty (but Rick is there to fix it), crying, infidelity, broken engagement, thunderstorms, and heartbreak.
[[A/N: You finally tell Rick your story. Get my hurt/comfort girlies in here!!! Because you are about to EAT. Enjoy :))]]
You blinked, the dark of the night peeking through your windows and the pounding of the rain on your roof filling your ears.
Flashing to your phone, your eyes flickered over the time -'3:25 AM'.
You groaned, rolling over into the other side of your bed -comforter moving with you. You tried to close your eyes again, picture something beautiful, something nice and calm-
A loud crack of thunder echoed through the night.
"Jesus Christ," you muttered -moving back over to the other side, maybe it was bad luck.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to wordlessly situate your body -everything still felt uncomfortable. You were trying though, desperately. It wasn't like you had any plans the next day, you just... you wanted to sleep. Needed to sleep.
It had been a rough day, and all you could think about was-
"I need the ring back," he said, nothing even faltering over his face -no pity, regret, nothing.
How could he show up after a year of nothing?
Your eyes shot open, breath heavy in your chest -god. You hadn't thought about that in so long, you thought you were-
"There's someone else, always has been."
Your stomach turned, and your eyes got foggy -you swallowed, dryly. This wasn't fair, you were so far away -you were starting over. He doesn't deserve to haunt you like this.
You wasted three years on him, and he took one second to ruin it all. You were supposed to get married-
With a sob racking up your throat, you finally caved -throwing back the blanket. Blinking up at your ceiling, you tried so desperately to stop the tears -he didn't deserve to make you cry anymore.
You thought you were doing so much better.
The sob squeaked out of your lips before you could hold it back, arms reaching out to hold against yourself -squeezing. Your heart, even though it was distant, shattered in your chest; you could feel what you felt then -the exact same.
Blearily through tears, you grabbed your phone -breaths hollowing out your lungs and mind running so wild. Good god, why did it hurt so bad?
Your finger dashed through your conversations, hovering over the contact. Grandma 💞. Something in your froze solid, she'd always been so wrapped up in this, it wasn't fair-
You set your phone back down, sitting properly on the side of the bed -putting your elbows on your knees, and covering your eyes with your hands. Breaths rattled out of you, but they weren't getting any slower; the sobs had stopped, but the tears kept going. It took you a few minutes there to realize this wasn't going to go alone.
Wiping at your eyes, you let out a big breath -eyes moving to the window. The sky was getting that kind of bright it did in the early mornings, and through the rain splashing against your window, you could see the blue shingles of-
You paused. Rick.
"If you ever... need anythin', I'm just a door down. Anythin'."
"I'll make time for ya, you're more important than that other stuff anyway, darlin'."
You were sliding your shoes on before you could even second guess it.
It was like you were on autopilot, you felt the rain -heavy on your clothes. You knew it was cold -goosebumps rattling across your skin, but you couldn't feel it.
And all you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears, and the boom of the thunder -you weren't sure which one made your hands shake. Your lip was trembling and your breath catching in your throat -you blearily stepped toward his house.
The puddles sloshed around you, soaking through your shoes but your mind wasn't thinking of that. Just the quiet timber of his voice, the twinkle in his smile, the all-encompassing woodsy smell he seemed to carry around, and his eyes -so blue.
All you could think was that you wanted him, needed him. You weren't exactly sure why, but it felt like you were broken into pieces and he was the only thing that could fix it.
By the time you reached shelter under his porch though, you were soaked -tears washing down your face just as consistent as the rain was moments before. Your hands were shaking and your chest was heavy, your hand felt so far away.
With a breath, your knuckles brushed onto the door -a quiet knock, but one all the same.
You took a deep breath in and had a moment where you realized just what you were doing. Guilt twisted into your gut, as your head swirled, showing up at his house at 3 am was not what he meant.
But your feet wouldn't move, you tried so hard to turn yourself back into the rain -maybe it would help if you stayed out there a little more. Bring you down to earth, make your mind clearer.
You won't put this on him, you reprimanded yourself, he doesn't deserve it. You should just go home and-
"Do ya 'ave any idea what ti-"
His voice was cut short, blue eyes settling on you -detailing over your soaked clothes and the redness you knew to be under your eyes. He hesitated only a little.
"Is everythin' okay, darlin'?"
Something in you snapped, tears falling faster and breaths puffing out of your chest -the tiniest whimper echoing through your lips.
Rick rushed forward at the noise, stepping out of his house without a second thought -hands gently holding your face, keeping your eyes locked on him, "Hey, hey, sweetheart, it's okay, I've gotcha. You're safe-"
You didn't say anything, sniffling a little pathetically -but something in you calmed ever so slightly. His eyes trained on you and the warmth of his hands, you felt safe.
"-c'mon, let's get ya inside."
His hands moved quickly, wrapping around your hand and pulling you inside without hesitation. Another sob riled up through your throat, and Rick turned to the noise without another thought.
"Breathe, baby, you're alright," he hummed -taking your hands and placing them on his chest, "-follow my lead."
Your mind halted, watching the up and down of his chest -mindlessly you acknowledged the stain your hands were leaving on his shirt and the dripping water staining his floor.
"Good, you're doing real good, darlin'," he praised, blue eyes watching you with something so gentle you couldn't quite name.
When he finally seemed satisfied with your breathing, he brought you to a chair in the hallway -letting your hands leave his chest, "Stay 'ere, alright? I'll be right back with some fresh clothes and a towel."
You nodded your head, words couldn't make their way up your throat. The house felt so warm and welcome, you felt better just by sitting there. Your eyes just lingered on a family photo on the wall, Rick's big smile.
Before you could blink, he was back -towel and clothes in hand. With a thought, he placed the stack beside you -getting on his knees, and fidgeting with your laces. Gently, as if you were made of fragile china, he pulled them off -putting them close to the door, where you saw a few other pairs lined up.
"We'll dry 'em later," he spoke, absent-mindedly, almost to himself.
"C'mon," he held out his hand, the other holding the towel clothes to his chest, "-let's getcha changed. 'At okay, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," you whispered, roughly, accepting his hand as he led you to the bathroom.
"Dry yourself off, change," he spoke, leading you into the room for privacy -blue eyes carefully skating across your face, "-I'll be right 'ere, waitin', okay? I'm not leavin' ya."
Something in your chest stung, he won't leave you.
You pulled the door shut, quietly getting undressed -clothes falling to the floor with a plop, soaked. And dabbing yourself with the towel, it wasn't going to all go away but you tried. Finally, you pulled on the dry clothes -your nose was overwhelmed with just... Rick, and you distantly realized they must be his.
Without thinking, you chanced a look in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy and red, tear streaks clear on your face -your fingers rushing up to rub at them, wipe them away. His shirt was big, sleeves going down farther than intended and hanging a little further than your hips; the pants were the same, you used the string to tie them tight against your waist.
A pair of socks fell to the floor. You smiled a little picking up the bundle and putting them on -he'd even got you socks?
Quickly, toweling off your face and hair, you let out a big sigh and roamed back to the door.
Just like he said, Rick was leaning against the table -pajamas still wet from your hands, and hair mussed from sleep. He seemed a little distracted then, worry furrowing his brow, but then he saw you.
His eyes flickered something bright, trailing over the clothes for a moment too long -like he was appreciating the sight, "There ya are."
He seemed to see you were more relaxed then, but even still, he approached you slowly, and cautiously. Experimentally stepping closer, he waited for a reaction -consent. The idea of him handling you so gently made you want to cry for an entirely different reason.
So, without a word, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck -digging your face into it. The scruff there buzzed along your skin, but you didn't mind -you just wanted him everywhere, and it felt like it was here. It felt safe.
Slowly, his hands gathered around your waist -hands warm and pressed into your skin like he wanted you to know he was there. With a slow movement, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to your temple -carefully.
Your eyes teared up, when was the last time you'd been held like this?
"I'm sorry," you whispered into his skin.
Rick seemed to take a moment, before carefully pulling you back to face him, calloused fingertips trailing your jaw -tilting you to look at him, "'S no reason to be sorry, sweetheart."
"I woke you up at 3 am because-" you started, but your voice stopped suddenly in your throat.
He looked at you, concern filtering through his gaze and eyebrows furrowing, "Let's go sit down. We can talk if ya want to, ya don't 'ave to say anythin' though."
That's how you ended up here, on his couch -curled into his side with his arm wrapped around you, and hand absent-mindedly tracing circles into your back.
The patter of the rain against the windows made your head go a little fuzzy, and being this close to him didn't exactly help either. All you could smell was the slight scent of rain and just Rick, and with your head pressed into his neck and shoulder, you could feel the heat thrum under his skin.
Every few moments you could feel him glance at you, but your eyes stayed focused on the rain against the windows.
Your mouth opened before you could really think about it.
"I had a fiancé."
The boom of thunder outside broke up the silence for a moment, Rick only listening quietly. You knew he was because his hand moved to your shoulder -squeezing it once solidly and then going back to circles.
"Back in the city," you clarified, moving a hand to fidget with the shirt you were wearing, "-he... We were together for three years."
Silently, his free hand pulled yours away from the shirt -lazily pulling it onto his lap, and interlocking your fingers. He squeezed it once.
There was a breath.
You could feel the words brush into the air, "What happened?"
You bit your lip, gnawing into it for a second, "He disappeared for a year. Wouldn't return my calls, and left all of his stuff."
Rick stayed quiet -patiently.
"We had friends that he talked to, so I... I knew he was alive," you breathed out -taking your interlocked hands and separating them, just so you could run your fingers over the creases in his palm, "-but I didn't see him until a few months before I... before I came here."
He let out a breath, squeezing your shoulder again.
"It was over, I already knew that I just didn't know why-" your voice cracked a little, and Rick turned his head to kiss the top of yours without hesitation, "-He showed up and asked me for the ring back."
You leaned further into him, and he neatly adjusted -fingertips pressed into the skin of your shoulder.
"Told me..." you started, eyes getting a little watery and tone a little wet, "-Told me there was someone else, that he- That he had been cheating on me the whole time, and he needed the ring to... to propose to her."
Rick tensed up for a moment, jaw tightening.
"I took all his stuff to my Grandma's, so he could get it from there, and she-" you mindlessly traced a line in his palm, "-she told me to come here, that she'd take care of everything. Told me about the job and the house she rents out and I..."
You fell silent a moment.
"Never looked back," you continued, "-and I just couldn't get that day out of my head, when he... when he needed the ring."
He hummed, fingers rubbing against your shoulder rhythmically. Back and forth like a ticking clock.
"I just... I kept wondering what I did wrong," you faltered, "-if I was... unlovable or something, or if he'd ever even loved me at all-"
"You didn't do anythin' wrong," he interrupted, it rumbled low in his chest -still slightly sleep-slurred but with conviction.
"How do you-"
"I know," he hummed, voice gruff but still so soft, "-If it's anyone's fault, baby, it's his."
Your heart picked up on the 'baby' this time, something in your mind clear enough to know he had said it now. And he meant it. You wondered briefly if he could hear it in your chest, or feel it.
"He took advantage of ya," he hummed -something tight in his tone, "-and whatever reason he did it for is bullshit."
He was mad, you could tell. Something in you felt so warm at him being mad for you, mad that someone had hurt you.
"Yeah?" You asked -small and barely there.
"'Course, sweetheart," he relented, soft and smooth, "-you didn't deserve any of 'at. No one does, but 'specially not you."
"I know," you said, quieter.
"Good," he responded, voice a little spent, "-dick didn't deserve ya anyway."
You laughed a little, fingers still pressed into his palm, and you could feel his chuckle vibrate through his chest. He pulled his hand away from your fingers to grab your other one, properly holding your hand this time. You felt his head tilt down to look at it, thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
"I wanna talk in the mornin' but," he started, voice low, "-I just want ya to know I'm not lettin' 'at happen to you again."
"How are you gonna-"
"I wanna," he continued, slow and steady, "-I wanna try somethin' with you. And I don't want ya to answer now, I'm not expectin' ya to," his thumb kept rubbing into your skin -gentle swirls, "-but if we did. I'd never let 'at happen to ya again. Ever."
You pursed your lips together into a line, you didn't know what to say -your heart squeezed in your chest. This... this, with him, didn't hurt.
But it could one day, you thought distantly.
You shook it away, focusing on the motion of his chest; he didn't want you to answer now anyway.
"You wanna sleep?" He offered, voice a barely there whisper.
"Here?"
"'M not moving," he mumbled, voice just a touch more slurred, "-too comfortable."
You smiled a little, as he leaned into you slightly, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and making sure plenty rested on you, before moving to himself.
"Think on it, okay?" He hummed, fingers still tracing shapes on your back, "-'Ere's no rush, I'll wait as long as ya need me to."
You breathed out, situating yourself into his side as you fit perfectly -his arm tightened around you. Holding you in place, and all at once protecting you -from what you weren't sure, but it didn't matter.
Closing your eyes, with the rain pattering outside and Rick tight into your side (his breaths lulling you to sleep), your mind settled.
You already knew your answer.
#its griming time#rick grimes#stuff n' thangs#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes x y/n#rick grimes x you#rick grimes x y/n fanfiction#home is where the heart is
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Which of your fics...
I was tagged by the lovely @indyluckycharlie Thank you!
…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?
The Reunion collab with @thematsaidwelcome79 because Richonne fandom said they were screaming out for reunion fics after the whole mess with both Rick and Michonne’s departure. I get it, I guess. Everyone’s fed up with the show. But still, I thought we’d get a lot more traffic and readership on this one.
The Morning After - I loved writing this. Thought that it was much better than a lot of stuff I’ve written, but didn’t get the response I had hoped for.
Artifice - Everyone seemed keen to read it, and then it flopped lol
…got a better reaction than you expected?
This headcanon where 40s Bucky flirts with Sam
…is your funniest?
Oh gosh. I don’t know. Maybe You Found a Guy? because Rick’s dumbassery is funny to me lol
Also this prompt fill because Carol has fake vampire teeth and corny one-liners
…is your darkest or angstiest?
Sous Couverture - Richonne AU
The Tribute - Richonne AU
Deception - SamBucky AU
Artifice - Dark Steve Rogers
My Captain America - Dark Sam Wilson
…is your absolute favourite?
Red Dirt Road - I really loved writing this story and it meant a lot to so many readers that we connected over it. I am immensely proud of this fic. It holds a very special place in my heart.
…was easiest to write?
Writing is hard! But, the easiest for me was any number of 100 word drabble prompts. Everything else needed time, energy, and research.
…was hardest to write?
Everything I have abandoned. Too many to mention here and I want to delete them all, so yeah.
…has your favourite lines/exchange/paragraph? (Share it!)
That’s so hard to narrow it down! Ummm, let me see, I have always liked this exchange from Sous Couverture:
"Did you have any idea that I would betray you?" I ask. He squints his eyes as if he is contemplating the question seriously.
"No," he replies. "But lookin' back, I guess there were a few red flags."
"Such as?"
"You showin' up so like you did," he answers. "It was almost too convenient. Wheeldon was on his way out. Then you moved here. I should have known."
"Why didn't you?" I question. "You're a good judge of character yet you didn't see me for who and what I am."
"Maybe I saw you for exactly what you are," he says. His eyes are steely. I don't look away.
"What do you mean?" I ask, afraid of his answer.
"That darkness," he says softly. "I recognized it. It's all around you. I knew it was there. I could smell it on you."
His words cause me to shudder. The hair on my arms stand up. He keeps staring into my eyes. He frightens me sometimes.
"And that was enough to keep me around?" I query.
"We're alike. I could see something in you that felt familiar. It's that darkness. It's that sense of duty you have, but mainly the darkness. We've all done the worst kind of things; I guess I just want to know you. I want to know what things you've done."
I nod and then swallow hard.
"Thank you," I say. That's all I say. I don't have any other words for him. I don't like letting people close; I don't like genuine relationships with others. I don't like being vulnerable and naked to others; I dislike feeling that way with others. Yet, I feel vulnerable with Rick Grimes. Not because I am afraid that he will hurt me, but because I am afraid that he sees me. I watch as he turns to leave. I recognize there's something similar between us; I too can smell it.
…have you re-read the most?
Not too sure. I’m thinking SC for continuity purposes. Had to re-read it over and over.
…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?
Together
…are you most proud of?
Red Dirt Road
Sous Couverture
Deception
Because I finished all of these multi-chapter fics and that’s a big deal for me.
And The Boys of Summer (which is current) because the themes and issues are important to me.
Tagging: @avintagekiss24 @elsac2 @richonnelvr218 @thematsaidwelcome79 @rubducked @glittercake @soufcakmistress @xnovamore @ships-bynoa @honestlyfrance and anyone else who wants to do this
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Beauty in the Eyes of the Rick
This one’s not my best, but I haven’t written in awhile, so I knew I had to write something. Hope you like it! ❤
(Rick C-137 x Female Reader) SFW, Slight Fluff, Slight Swearing, Skin Care, Insecurity
You’re wearing a face mask and Rick sees you at your least made up.
The water was pouring down the sink as you were splashing your face clean of your favorite cleanser. You had a long day and were in the middle of your skin routine. Looking in the mirror, seeing your bare face, you were aware that you didn’t have the best skin. As an adult, you still were prone to breakouts like any other teenager. Makeup was fun to wear when going out but when you were alone, it wasn’t your thing. Plus, you were always paranoid that your skin would be damaged even more if you were to wear too much. So badly, you wished you were considered the model type, but alas, biology wasn’t always so kind. You were almost done with your routine.
Grabbing a tube of a brand new face mask, you had carefully applied it all over your face, covering it with a green goo. By the time you were done, you had looked more like the Wicked Witch of the West. But the cool, minty scent of the mask was relaxing for you. While you were waiting for it so set into your skin, you went to your kitchen to set some tea on for you to drink once the temperature was cool enough. You had nothing planned for the rest of the night, so it was nice to just take some time to care for yourself.
You heard the sound of a familiar portal in your living room. Immediately, you knew who it was. While you weren’t unhappy for Rick to show up unannounced, you were a little embarrassed you were currently had a green face, with your hair up in a messy bun and frumpy yet comfy pajamas. Not the first look you’d go for when seeing your man. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind it.
“Baaabe?” you heard him call you. You walked into your living room, with a friendly smile on your currently green face as you greeted him.
“Hi Rick!”
One look at you he was amused at how comfortable you looked.
“Woah! L-l-looks like an alien took over my girl’s house.” he joked snickering.
“Ha ha. I just put on my face mask.” you told him. “It helps with my complexion.” you explained.
“Y-y-y-your complexion is fine.” Rick told you almost disinterested.
“Are you kidding me? Have you seen my skin?” you asked in disbelief.
“Uhh, I’ve seen all of you. There’s nothing wrong with your face.” He said bluntly. It was comical to him how you were complaining about your looks.
“Rick, I get breakouts all the time! You just don’t see them cause it’s usually covered in makeup.” you said so matter of fact. It was true. You usually wore makeup around other people to avoid feeling more insecure about your little dilemma. You sometimes worried that Rick would be disgusted by it.
“Well, I bet it doesn’t look nearly as bad as you think. I’ve seen a looot of sick shit out there.” He said. It didn’t make you feel much better about it though. It was a deep thing you’ve been self-conscious about since you had reached puberty.
“Is uhh, is it relaxing?” he asked curiously. You were a little surprised by his question, but you were more than happy to answer.
“Umm..yeah! It helps me unwind a little and gives me a little self-care...” you said with a slightly nervous smile.
“Cause I’ve seen Summer use these kind of masks and creams and all that, and I guess I assumed it was more of a chick thing.” Rick said.
You weren’t surprised that his granddaughter was into skin care too. She was at that age where girls tend to invest more into their appearance. It never really was a common thing for guys to do, not that they weren’t allowed to. You suddenly got an idea.
“Wanna try it?” you asked Rick.
“Sure, why not?” he answered back with a shrug. He knew it was no big deal. And you were more than happy to assist.
Leading him into the bathroom, you had let him take a sit on the toilet lid. You took a wet washcloth filled with your cleanser to wash his face, wiping away any grime and dirt of the day. “It’s best to apply it on a clean face,” you explained to him. Rick hummed in response, not complaining. He closed eyes as you rinsed his face and had patted his face dry with a fluffy towel. For the second time today, you opened the tube of your special face mask. Applying a generous amount into your palm, you gently applied it on his face. Starting with his forehead, to his nose, then moving towards both his cheeks. In the bright lights of your bathroom, you were able to take in every detail of Rick’s. Wrinkled eyes, both closed, you could see the bags under them much more clearly. His thin mouth curled ever so slightly in a smile. He seemed to enjoy the feeling. Covering his chin, you were completing his impromptu facial. When you were done, he stood up to look into the mirror, amused at what he saw as you washed the excess product off your hands.
“How long do I have to keep this stuff on?” He asked as he was inspecting the temporary look.
“About ten to fifteen minutes.” You informed him. “Sometimes I leave it on a little longer to make sure it really absorbs in the skin.” you added.
“Well, I have been here for a while sooo, I think it’s time you wash it off your face.” He suggested.
He was right. He was here for a good amount of time. You’d have to remove the mask in front of him. It was a little nerve wracking for you to have a completely bare face in front of him.
“Yeah...” you agreed, hesitantly. Rick saw in your expression that you were a little scared. He thought of a little solution.
“How about umm...I can do it for you...” he suggested to you.
You turned to look at him. It was very surprising to you that he would offer to help you. And he had sounded considerate about it. You realized he sensed your worry. So, you decided to trust him with this.
“O-okay,” you stuttered, giving him your permission. You watched him grab the washcloth to place it under the faucet to dampen it with warm water. Then with gentle hands, he placed one behind your head as the other had glided the cloth over one cheek. You just looked into his eyes as he wiped it off. He took his time to make sure every residue of the mask washed off your face and started to see what was truly underneath. Your now flushed out cheeks with slight imperfections, your nose which had wide pores. The cloth reached your chin which had a small breakout. He was almost done and looked into your eyes which had been inflicted with dark circles. Rick simply smiled at your natural self being let out.
“There’s my girl.” he muttered.
Giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, he admired you au-natural. Looking you straight in your eyes, he softly said his true thoughts to you.
“You’re beautiful, baby.”
Your heart started beating a bit faster at his words, you fell into his chest, and wrapped your arms around his middle. Feeling his warm body, your eyes closed in bliss. He returned your affection and wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair. Insecurities would plague your mind, but Rick would not lie. Not over something he would consider trivial. Three simple words brought you out of that fear, relieving you of your previous worries.
You may have not looked like an exotic beauty, but the man you sincerely loved with all his imperfections, loved every part of you too. It was all you needed to truly feel beautiful.
❤
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Our love affair with Richonne has been brewing for many years way before the sexy couch scene that set our hearts aflame. We have had many writers who have been gracing us with Richonne goodies since Michonne made her first on-screen appearance in Season 3.
WTOWW want to acquaint or reacquaint you with one of the original veteran Richonne writers… @siancore. This international goddess from down under has been writing about our favorite couple since 2014.
She has tantalized us with many… oh so many favorite Richonne stories from Canon to AU.
The most favorite amongst the WTOWW group and we are sure for many other readers is Sous Couverture. We seem to have a deep love and appreciation for Crime Boss Rick and FBI agent Michonne.
@siancore is a multifaceted individual. She is driven by many passions in this world. From Aboriginal/ Indigenous causes to exploring the complexities of languages from around the world. WTOWW invites you to come and learn more about this wonderful writer and mentor for our group and numerous others.
Why is Richonne so fun to write?
“Their characters are so interesting to me, and they complement one another so well. I am Rick Grimes trash. I have always liked how Michonne treated Rick with respect, even when they didn’t see eye-to-eye. No one else from Team Family 100% backed Rick, or tried to always understand where he was coming from; Michonne did. She understood why he did the things he did. She helped him be a better leader. And he brought her back *sighs* Rick looks at Michonne the way I do, with all the love and reverence and adoration. I enjoy their dynamic. I like how, right from the moment they met at the fence, I just knew they’d be an iconic pair. They really are perfect for one another, and that’s golden to me. “
Do you have a writing schedule?
“I try to write every day, but usually add to my stories each week. It gets hard when life gets in the way, but I generally try to get something down. I mainly update stories that my readers are following. Whichever is receiving the most feedback is usually at the top of my updating list.”
What is your editing process?
“Write; proofread; amend; proofread; revise; proofread; second-guess myself; proofread; then post.”
What drew you to fanfiction?
“Stories about characters I love; stories that went outside the scope of the source material. It’s a place where our imaginations can run wild. I was also drawn to the fact that fans, just like me, were out there producing content about our favourite characters and worlds.”
What has writing fanfiction taught you about being a writer?
“To be open to criticism and to at least try to learn from it. Even if it isn’t conducive to my writing, it might help me in other ways.”
Who outside of the fandom knows you write fanfiction?
“My best friend and sisters. I am a private person. I mean, I am open to those I let in, but I don’t talk about what I am doing with many people. If someone asked, I would tell them, but I don’t usually like people knowing my business.”
How many people know you’re a writer?
“Again, mainly people close to me, and those in my writers group. A couple of people at work.”
Where do you see your writing taking you?
“I honestly see it as a really fun hobby right now. I wish I had the time and energy to work at getting published, but my day job is very demanding. Ultimately, I just want to keep writing and sharing stories. But in the future, I’d like to write my PhD on something fandom-related. Something such as exploring online fandom communities.”
Do you have advice for writers just starting out?
“Write! Write! Write! Practice makes perfect. Read a lot, as well. Read books; short stories; other fanfiction. Back yourself i.e. believe in yourself and your talents. And promote yourself! Get your work out there for people to see.”
What do you wish you knew before posting your first chapter?
“How to tag and promote my work properly. Way back when, I produced a couple of stories for another fandom that I posted, but they weren’t tagged appropriately, so I didn’t get any feedback. Receiving no feedback discouraged me, so I didn’t write again for a few years. I wish I knew how to promote my work better.”
How many writing playlists do you have? Does music have to change with what you write?
“I have 1 playlist that a Dear Reader, lascuevasdeyo compiled for my story, Sous Couverture. I listen to it to get in a dark mood to write this particular DarkFic.”
How many projects do you have going on right now?
“Shhhh too many! Seriously, I do add to all of my current fics, some are just more of a priority than others. But yeah, I do have a few ongoing projects.”
Have you ever written a scene that’s made you cry?
“Yes, so many scenes. I am really emotionally invested in my stories. There’s this one-shot I posted, which is actually part of a larger series I have never shared. The entire story just makes me cry, so much so that I have had it completed for a couple of years now, and never shared more than the one-shot.”
Where do you get your best story ideas?
“Inspiration comes from everywhere for me, but song lyrics are a favourite of mine. I also like talking to shipmates about our OTP and ideas flow from there.”
Do you have a solution for when you’re stuck?
“I go back to the drawing board, as they say. I go over my outline and do some brainstorming. If I’m stuck, I go back and look at what I have already done. There I can find the motivation to keep going. Also, re-reading positive reviews helps.”
What does WTOWW mean to you?
“This group of writers and this blog means the world to me. For a long time, I was part of fandom, but kind of on my own for various reasons. I have friends here, but I wasn’t part of any particular groups, as it occurs in all fandoms. I am with everyone. After my mother passed away earlier this year, I found comfort and patience in this group. I wasn’t in a good place, but every day in between then and now has been made better because I am part of this group. Even when I was hurting and lashing out in the fandom, these ladies stuck by me; were patient and understanding with me. Allowed me time and space to just be without the pressures that come with being a creative person in fandom. They supported me and that means everything.”
Thank you @siancore for taking the time out of your busy schedule to give your readers a little more insight into who you are.
-We’re The Ones Who Write
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Negan Hysteria
This is for @noodlecupcakes ‘s AU Negan Challenge. I took Dr. Negan
Summary: AU Victorian America Circa 1875ish. Your new husband Rick is concerned about you so he takes you to the doctor
Warnings: Smut, noncon/dubcon
Words: 5500
Characters: Negan, Rick, Reader
Tags @miiraal @kellyn1604 @marauderice @alyisdead @thecynicalnerd @arkhamasylumpatient-blog1 @blondesouthsquad @dead-head-joker @theonethatgotaway213 @daintyunicorn @enchantingoblivion @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @mac5323 @mwesterfeld1985 @negans-network @embracetheapocalypsewithme @mcnegan @2-fast-2-curious
The carriage bounced up and down in the mud reminding you all too much of the time you lost a wheel. The way you were flung from the seat and the pain in your arm from being slammed to the wall made you cradle your elbow. On instinct you brought your hand to your mouth and went to bite your nail.
“Stop that darling.” Your husband’s hand was on yours. He entwined your fingers and pulled your hand into his lap.
He looked down at you with his piercing beautiful eyes, his hair slicked away from his face covered by his bolo hat. You didn’t want to disappoint him again, but not as much as you didn’t want to go to the Doctor.
“Rick.” You turned your whole body towards him. “I heard you telling Mr. Dixon about the new guns you purchased. What if you took me to the fields and gave me a demonstration? I would love to watch you shoot.”
His eyes softened and he frowned. You gave him a pleading look, but he ran his hand down the side of your face.
“There is nothing to fear Y/N.” Rick moved his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you forward, placing a light kiss on your forehead. “Dr. Negan is a renowned specialist with female problems.”
“I don’t think I have female problems though.” You pulled away. “I don’t think I have a problem at all.”
“We’ve been married for six months.” Rick sighed. “The fact that you don’t leave your health to me, a man, is a problem upon itself.”
You couldn’t help but scoff and Rick’s expression went dark.
“You are my responsibility.” Rick’s hand squeezed the back of your neck. “I take my vows very seriously, you on the other hand have not been honoring yours.”
Your eyes went wide with shock.
“Of course I have been.” Marrying Rick was the happiest day of your life.
“What about ‘obey’?” Rick glared at you. “The other day I told you to take a nap. Did you?”
“I was not tired.” You lowered your eyes.
“Of course you were.” Rick lessoned his grip. “That is why I made this appointment. Relax and keep an open mind.”
You expected married life to have some struggles, but thought that having a husband and a household would also give you a sense of freedom from your father and his demands. When you found out Rick Grimes was interested in courting you it made you giddy. He was a well-respected land owner, locally famous for his adventures out west.
When he proposed you thought your life would be filled with excitement and love. Love was there, you did not doubt that, but he expected much more discipline than you anticipated. His adventurous days were behind him and now he focused on running the farm and serving on multiple local charitable boards. You were starting to realize he married you because he was ready to settle down and not because he wanted someone to share in his voyages.
“I love you.” Rick tilted your chin up. “Now be a good girl for me and the Doctor. Maybe he will have the solution to all your problems.”
Problems. There was that word again. It didn’t feel like you had one, but maybe you should defer to Rick. After all, he was your husband and did want what was best for you.
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The waiting room was nicer than you expected, you grew up with a Doctor who only made house calls. In fact, the entire building was on the grand side. With crisp white paint and comfortable furniture. There was a young man sitting at a desk, behind him there were several rows of prescription bottles. You cringed at those, hearing horror stories about women being prescribed aids they became dependent on.
“You’re getting yourself all worked up again.” Rick shook his head.
“What if the Doctor prescribes me medicine?” You remembered your father telling you all medicines were a sin against God.
“Then you will take it.” Rick grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “If you keep up this behavior I won’t even need to explain your problem to the Doctor.”
“Mrs. Grimes?” A thin woman in a crisp white dress stepped out from behind a closed door.
You rose to your feet and froze. Rick placed his hand on the small of your back and pushed you forward. Taking a gulp your skirts swayed back and forth as your feet carried you through the door.
“Is this her first visit?” The nurse asked Rick.
“Yes.” He laughed. “Can you tell?”
“She is lucky to have a husband who cares so much about her.” The nurse directed her statement at Rick and you felt so little and unimportant.
You didn’t walk far before the nurse stopped and opened the door to another room. There was a simple bed on wheels, two chairs, and a room divider.
“The Doctor needs you to undress and wear this.” She handed you a thin white gown.
Your eyes bulged out of you head. The material was sheer. Your bathing gown made of thicker material.
“Thank you Nurse.” Rick elbowed you. “Darling?”
“Are you mad?” She looked at both of them. “I cannot wear something so inappropriate?”
Rick pressed his lips together and gave a huff.
“Sounds like you brought her in just in time.” The nurse gave Rick a curtsey. “I will let the two of you sort this out.”
The nurse turned and left the room. You gritted your teeth and looked up at your husband, then held the gown up at him.
“I am your wife. You want me to wear something so relieving in front of another man? A stranger?” Your heart raced.
“Not a stranger. A doctor.” Rick lowered your hand. “You have just embarrassed yourself horribly. We were fortunate enough to get an appointment with his world renowned expert in his field. If you do not do exactly as you are told from here on out I will be tempted to skip the doctor’s treatment and have you committed.”
“Committed?” You felt the blood rush out of your face.
“Y/N.” Rick put his hands on your shoulders. “I do not want that either, but I must put your wellbeing in front of my own desires. It is my duty as your husband. Now please change into the gown, or do you need my help with that as well?”
You exhaled and shook your head. Marriage was much more confusing than you anticipated. You thought you were being a dutiful wife, but Rick was so certain you were ill. Trying to defend yourself to him, or anyone, for that matter only seemed to strengthen your husband’s argument. You stepped behind the screen and started with your gloves. Then you took out your hat pin and off your hat. You wore a high necked frock complete with bustle and wished you went with an easier outfit to remove.
At least the fashions had changed enough that you were able to undress yourself. Ten years ago your clothing would have required a maid or two to assist. Of course ten years ago was a different time. The country was still recovering from the war. Now it was a time of prosper and scientific discovery. If there was something wrong with you at least the Doctor would be able to help, ten years ago that might have not been possible.
You bit your lip and tried not to make a noise as you removed your stockings. It didn’t feel right to have so few clothes on, especially in public. You removed your underskirts and camisole and added them to the pile. Wanting to spend as little time as possible completely nude you pulled on the sheer white dress.
“Should I take my hair down?” You called out from behind the curtain.
“Did anyone instruct you to take your hair down?” Rick sounded annoyed.
You sighed and hung your head, upset your locks wouldn’t grant you any additional modesty and walked out from behind the screen.
“Hmmmm.” You raised your chin and saw Rick’s eyes scanning up and down your body. “It is more revealing than I am comfortable with.”
He removed his jacket and walked over, placing the back over your front. You were so grateful for the additional coverage. Rick placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you to the bed. Without a word he put a hand on each side of your hips and lifted you onto the examination table.
You had never seen a doctor’s office before and scanned the small room. Rick took a seat in a chair next to the bed you were seated on. If made you feel on display and you wanted to sink into yourself. A sigh from your husband’s lips made you divert your attention to him.
“You’re so nervous all the time, it worries me.” Rick leaned back in his chair.
“Really, I do not think I am. In fact, most of the time, I’m very happy.” You gave him a pressed smile, hoping he would believe you and take you home.
“So argumentative.” Rick shook his head.
There was no wining with him. It was either accept his decisions or fight with him and prove his point. It was exhausting. Now you felt like you could actually use a nap. The door to the room opened and both of you diverted your attention to the tall man who walked into the room. Rick rose and offered a hand.
Dr. Negan wore a white lab coat over a traditional suit-shirt and slacks. His dark hair was peppered with shades of salt colored locks. There was a light stubble on his face and you found yourself unable to look away from his warm eyes. They diverted away from Rick towards you and a hungry grin crossed his face. Your heart raced and you dropped your gaze, realizing you had been gawking at the man. As a married woman, that was something to be ashamed of.
“Mrs. Grimes.” Dr. Negan grabbed a chair on wheels with no back, that was taller than the bed you were seated on and rolled in front of you. “What brings you in to see me?”
You did not know how to respond, embarrassed to look at the attractive man.
“She is anxious most of the time, she does not listen and is quite willful.” Rick’s words made you raise your chin.
You glared at your husband, but felt the Doctor’s eyes still on you.
“I disagree.” You looked away from Rick and towards the Doctor. “There is nothing wrong with me. My husband just gets upset when I don’t listen to everything he says at any given time.”
Rick threw his hands in the air.
“Do you see what I mean Doctor? Such insolence.”
Dr. Negan’s eyes didn’t leave you. His lips were slightly parted and you swore that half of his lip almost raised in a smile. He slowly nodded his head and scooted the chair back.
“Let me put both of you at ease here.” His eyes were on Rick. “I’ve been trained in Europe on a number of afflictions that plague the fairer sex, but sometimes these illnesses are not treatable with medicine per say, as much as with a change in stimulation and environment.”
“Stimulation?” Rick asked.
“Environment?” You said at the same time.
Of course the two of you would disagree with what was more important. His earlier threat of commitment was still fresh on your mind. You felt the anger you were burying earlier try to bubble forward. Instead you closed your eyes and took a few breaths, knowing yelling at your husband in any situation was not allowed, but any outburst would only further prove Rick’s point.
“I may be getting ahead of myself.” Dr. Negan went to the small cabinet and pulled out a clipboard. “Let me ask some general questions. How long have you been married?”
“Six months.” Rick answered.
“Alright.” Dr. Negan scribbled down a note. “Mrs. Grimes, in the past six months have you felt any faintness?”
“No.” You shook your head.
“Darling, do not lie to the Doctor.” Rick reached over and tapped your thigh.
You looked at him with confusion.
“Remember two months ago? At the Governor’s ball? We had to leave early.”
You had faked feeling ill because the Governor gave you the creeps, but telling Rick the truth now would only make you a liar, which in his mind was another symptom of illness. Instead you smiled back at him.
“It was a onetime occurrence.” You smiled at Dr. Negan. “I had too much champagne.”
“Interesting.” The Doctor’s brow furrowed as he continued to take notes. “How about nervousness?”
“She is nervous all the time.” Rick grabbed your hand. “You should have seen her on the way here.”
“I’ve never been to a doctor’s office before.” You felt like pleading would make you sound even more nervous.
“What about prior to today?” Dr. Negan asked.
“Constantly.” Rick squeezed your hand.
“I want to be a good wife is all.” You swallowed. “It’s only been six months. We’re still getting to know each other.”
“Insomnia?” Dr. Negan raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.” You shook your head no as Rick responded. “She refuses to take an afternoon nap.”
“I am a grown woman. I do not require naps.” You let the words snap. It was one of Rick’s rules that was driving you mad lately.
“A woman of your prestige should rest in the afternoon.” Rick’s blue eyes flared. “Did your mother not?”
She did and you looked away, giving the answer. Of course your mother had five children to chase around all day, making her more tired than most.
“Loss of appetite?” Dr. Negan moved on to the next question and you felt defeated.
“None.” Rick shook his head.
You let a smile cross your face, at least you finally agreed on one decision.
“Not an appetite for food, has Mrs. Grimes had an appetite for her wifely duties?” Dr. Negan set the clipboard on his lap.
Neither you nor your husband responded.
“I can tell that this is not a comfortable subject for either of you, given the way you believe draping your coat over your wife protects her modesty from a medical professional.” Dr. Negan stood up from the chair and walked towards you. His hands went to your shoulders and he started to pull off the jacket. “I promise, I am viewing this situation and her body only from a medical perspective.”
You closed your eyes and wanted Rick to stop the doctor, but instead his hand left yours and soon the coat was gone. You went to fold your hands over your chest, knowing your rose tips were hardening against the sheer gown, but hands met your wrists and put them back down.
“At initial inspection Mrs. Grimes has the perfect constitution for bedroom activities.” Dr. Negan released your wrists and walked towards the coat rack. “Tell me Mr. Grimes, is she satisfying you in this area?”
“Yes.” There was a hitch in Rick’s breath. He seemed as uncomfortable as you. You lowered your head, wishing he would grab your hand again.
“And you Mrs. Grimes?” Dr. Negan asked. “Are you satisfied in this area?”
You looked at Rick who also seemed taken aback by the question. What sort of satisfaction should you be looking for? You had hoped to be with child by now, could that be what the Doctor was referring to? Rather than risk embarrassment to your husband you responded the only way you knew he would approve of.
“Yes.” You nodded your head.
The Doctor lowered his eyes at you, and the corners of his lips rose as a light chuckle left his mouth. You glanced at Rick who was rubbing his eyes, unaware of the predatory look on Dr. Negan’s face.
“I believe I have enough information to make a diagnosis.” Dr. Negan went to a water basin and started washing his hands. “Mrs. Grimes is suffering from a mild case of female hysteria.”
Your eyes went wide, you never expected any diagnosis to come back. Rick, on the other hand, looked relieved.
“There is no need to worry Mrs. Grimes, doctors estimate at least a quarter of the female population suffers from hysteria and it is quite treatable.” Dr. Negan dried his hand on the towel.
“I don’t understand.” You looked to the doctor and back to Rick. “I feel the same way I have always felt.”
“The checklist for your condition is very long. To go over everything would take hours, but you hit all the top symptoms.” Dr. Negan stood in front of you. “It’s treatable from the comfort of your own home with the assistance of a health professional or your husband.”
“I’m a retired soldier turned estate master.” Rick shook his head. “Will I have to hire an in home nurse?”
“I’m going to train you how treat your wife right now.” Negan moved closer to you. “It should only take a few minutes.”
The Doctor gave you a wink and placed a hand on your shoulder, lightly pushing you down and to the side. You followed his lead and were soon flat on your back on the bed.
“This is a very basic introduction Mr. Grimes, your wife can be in a multitude of positions when she is being treated. I just find flat on the back is the best for teaching.” Dr. Negan kicked a button on the bed and spun it towards him and Rick, so that your head was now perpendicular to the wall. “Mrs. Grimes, please bend your knees and move down on the table so that you are even with the edge.”
You started to slide yourself down, keeping your ankles pressed together, becoming all too aware of your lack of undergarments. The diagnosis happened so quickly and then treatment was starting so fast you barely had a second to wrap your head around it.
“Please spread your legs.” Dr. Negan started to put pressure on your knees.
“Wait!” You cried out. “This isn’t right.”
You locked eyes with Rick, giving him your most pleading expression.
“This does seem a bit unorthodox.” Rick bit the inside of his cheek before looking at the doctor.
Both men loomed over you and you started to prop yourself up on your elbows. The doctor moved his hand to your shoulder and pushed you back down.
“I know this may appear awkward to some.” Negan put weight on each of his hands, forcing you onto your back and your knees to part. “But I am a medical professional, not some Johnny-on-the-street. There is nothing intimate about this to me.”
“Yes.” Rick nodded. “I apologize Doctor, please proceed.”
The hand removed from your shoulder and went to your legs. You didn’t know what to do? Protest and go against your husband or be a dutiful wife and let the doctor treat you.
“Please.” You went to sit up again, this time your husband pushed you back down. Your legs spread and you felt the air on your most private parts. “Let’s just go home. I will be good from now on, I promise.”
Rick frowned and you felt like you were getting through to him, causing your legs to jerk against the Doctor’s palms.
“One of the questions on the checklist is causing trouble.” The Doctor laughed. “I didn’t need to ask you that in order to see the answer. If it is easier for you we can restrain and gag her, some of my patients find it more bearable that way.”
“What?” Your heart raced. “No!”
“Trust me Darling.” Rick leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I only want to help you.”
“Mr. Grimes please stand next to me.” Dr. Negan waved your husband over.
He lifted his hand from your shoulder and you watched as he went to the edge of the bed. Your gown was pushed up to your knees and both men were studying your body. You felt so exposed and bit back the urge to crawl away, opting to stare at the ceiling instead, dreading the idea of being gaged or restrained.
“Most men don’t bother to study the feminine pieces.” A hand lightly touched your outer folds and you shuddered as you were spread. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the entrance for intercourse.”
Your cheeks flushed red and you brought your hands to your face.
“We don’t require a lesson in reproductive matters.” Rick sounded annoyed, giving you some hope this would stop soon.
“And how often are you exercising your rights as a husband?” Dr. Negan spoke as if you were not on display for the man making you feel smaller.
“Once to twice a week.”
“And how long each time?”
“Five, maybe ten minutes.”
You rolled your eyes, not bothering to correct Rick’s wrong response.
“That makes sense.” The Doctor brought his second hand in and spread your inner lips. You bit your hand to keep from crying out. “I want you to take a good look. Commit it to memory.”
“Alright.” Rick’s eyes were on you, you imagined him memorizing every detail the way he treated most things in life.
Then the hands were gone and you skirt was lowered. You let out a sigh of relief, this treatment was over.
“Your wife appears a bit shy, so I’m going to show you some techniques to get her ready.” Dr. Negan walked around so he was at your side.
“That wasn’t it?” The hope in your voice faded away.
“Far from it.” He gave you that predatory grin again. “Don’t worry Mrs. Grimes, you will learn to enjoy this very much so.”
You highly doubted that.
“Now Mr. Grimes, let’s start slowly.” He took a step back. “I want you to kiss your wife.”
You expected Rick to object, but instead he walked to your side and leaned over, placing a light kiss on your lips.
“Some husbands take issue with this, but do you mind if I demonstrate?” Negan was right next to Rick as he stood up.
“A kiss?” Rick asked.
“Remember, this is not for intimacy purposes, it’s for medicinal ones.” Negan placed a hand on Rick’s shoulder.
“By all means.” Rick held his hands out towards you and took a step back.
The doctor smiled at you as he lowered his head down towards yours. On instinct you turned your neck away.
“Y/N behave.” Rick’s voice did not leave room for interpretation.
Dr. Negan rose and turned towards Rick.
“If you don’t want to use the restraints I do have another option.” His back was towards you. “I offer a week long intensive therapy course. It is not cheap and I only offer it to my preferred clients, but I may be able to fit your wife in.”
“No.” You grabbed the Doctor’s wrists, causing him to look at you with shock. “I will be good.”
“That is wonderful to hear.” Negan spun back towards you.
He lowered his head towards yours and this time you did not flinch away. Your lips met, his were softer, more relaxed than Ricks. Then his tongue jutted out and ran across your bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and lightly biting down. Your mouth parted with a whimper and his tongue took it as an invitation to explore yours.
He worked softly against you, twirling and rolling. There was no doubt the Doctor was attractive, and soon your eyes shut and you let your mouth melt against his, almost as if your tongues were dancing together. Rick never kissed you like this. A flutter started forming in your stomach and you fought the urge to bring your hands up to the Doctor’s head, wanting to pull him on top of you.
Before you got the nerve the kiss was broken and he pulled away. A moan escaped your mouth involuntarily. He smiled down at you, but your eyes darted to your husband who looked shaken. You looked away as a feeling of shame spread through you.
“Now you Mr. Grimes.” Negan took a step down your body.
Rick approached the table with some hesitation. You didn’t want him to hesitate, you wanted a kiss similar to what you just had with the good doctor. Eventually his eyes went to your mouth and his lips descended on yours. His tongue darted into your mouth and was not nearly as relaxed as Negan’s had been. It felt more like it was jabbing in random spots, not giving you time or an attempt to move with him.
Then you felt a pinching on your chest and gasped into Rick’s mouth. He must have interpreted your response as being from his action and starting jabbing his tongue faster. Then you felt the pressure on your nipple increase and pulsate and let out another groan.
“Well done.” Dr. Negan’s statement made Rick move his head away. “Now as you can see I am giving some stimuli to your wife’s breasts.”
You lifted your head and saw he was pinching and rolling your tender buds through the thin gown. Your body started to wiggle and you fought the urge to push his hands away, unable to tell if you liked what he was doing or hated it.
“Stimuli can also be given with the mouth here.” Negan lowered his head and brought his teeth down on your hard nipple, lightly biting.
You let out a scream and didn’t fight the urge this time, bringing your hand to his shoulder to push him away. The action caused him to bite harder and you squealed before pulling your arms flat against the bed, next to your head. Then his teeth relaxed and you felt his tongue lapping at you with a light sucking action. The flutters in your stomach grew even more. A hard pinch was delivered to your other nipple before his head was up.
“Please.” Dr. Negan moved down again.
Rick did not hesitate this time and immediately replaced Negan. You shrieked as he bit down hard, tears stinging your eyes.
“Mr. Grimes, that may be too much.” Negan chuckled. “Eventually you will be able to get her to handle that, but best to start slow.”
Rick’s teeth immediately let go and instead it felt like his mouth was on you, not doing much of anything. His other hand rested over your breast and your body started to move involuntarily, wanting more action.
The air was back on your most private part and you expected some form of entry, but to your surprise a finger ran up your slit and stopped at the top. You let out a moan as the tiny bud of your sex was stroked by the finger. A foreign sensation working over you.
“Mr. Grimes, let’s move on to the final part.” Rick picked himself up off of your chest and moved by Negan as his finger disappeared from your core. “Notice the change already.”
“It’s glistening.” Rick sounded like he had just witnessed magic.
“Not it.” Negan’s eyes locked with yours. “Her. See how relaxed and eager she is already, not fighting against us anymore.”
His words resonated with you in a twisted way. Part of you wanted to shut your legs, but there was a larger urge to let Negan continue, after all, he was a Doctor. Maybe you shouldn’t have fought him at all. All you could think about was him putting his digit back. His finger returned to your sensitized bloom and lightly stroked again. You whimpered as it moved away, sliding down.
“See how easy it is for entry now?” Negan’s finger slid inside you and your back arched with a gasp. This felt nothing like your bed with Rick. Negan started to move in and out, causing you to clench down, wanting more of him. “I can tell your wife is very eager.”
There was a hand on your hip, pinning you in place. You hadn’t even realized you were gyrating. He started sliding in and out of you and you let out a moan. Then a second finger was added and you spread your legs further apart for him as he worked his hand in and out of you, curling his fingers. Then he pulled out and you let out a frustrated cry.
“Now you give it a try.” Negan took a step back.
Rick’s eyes were between your legs and his fingers slid inside of you. He started with two and you felt a little cramped. He worked at the same speed as Negan had, but it just didn’t feel as good. Your eyes went to the sexy doctor and he looked down at you. Then he licked his lips and brought his fingers to his mouth, sliding them inside, lapping your juices off his hand. The image sent a rush to your pelvis and you let out a cry.
“Now the most important part.” Negan’s fingers returned to your bud. “You must make sure to pay attention to this area.”
He applied much more pressure and you started wiggling again. His hand returned to your hip, steading you. Rick’s fingers continued to move in and out, but they didn’t feel nearly as good as the pads of Negan’s as they rubbed your swollen neediness.
A force ripped through you and you through your head back, panting and seeing black spots. The feeling was indescribable, something you never thought possible before. It was almost as if you were having an out-of-body experience. Slowly your nerves started to recollect themselves, Negan’s fingertips stopped and Rick’s fingers were pulled away. Your breathing started to regulate and you rolled on your side, feeling immediate exhaustion.
“See how docile and calm your wife is now?” Dr. Negan’s voice sounded far away. “Certainly in need of a nap.”
“She looks even more beautiful this way.” Rick sounded pleased with himself.
“I don’t think she will be objecting to her treatment any longer.” Negan laughed. “Minimum once a day for the first week, then at least every other day. Feel free to follow this activity with your own husbandry rights, which I recommend you double to at least 3-4 times per week.”
You flutter your eyes open and realized you were eye level to your husband’s pants. There was no doubt that he was hard and eager. In all honesty you would have gladly let him take you right now as your channel was more than slick enough for him.
“If you have any trouble please make another appointment.” Dr. Negan started towards the door. “Tell your wife to take her time getting dressed.”
“Thank you Doctor.” Rick held out his hand.
You slowly pushed yourself up, feeling strange. Rick turned towards you and Negan gave you another wink before leaving the room.
“See, I told you this would go wonderfully.” Rick placed a kiss on your forehead. “Do you need help dressing?”
“No.” You didn’t quite understand how you had become so relaxed, but not weak.
You dressed in a fog, as your body still felt the glorious after-affects. You should listen to your husband more often, as this trip to the doctor’s office ended up being one of your most enjoyable experiences. When you came out Rick grinned at you and offered his hand. You took it as you went into the hallway.
“You look rejuvenated my love.” Rick kissed you hand. “Like a whole new woman.”
You did feel like a new woman too. In fact, you pledged to yourself to be open to more, regretting that you ever objected to this doctor’s appointment. The image of Dr. Negan licking his fingers sent another tingle through you and you ran your hand down your dress, wondering if you could experiment with some of his lessons yourself.
“Mr. Grimes.” The sultry voice caused you to turn faster than your husband. “I wanted to remind you of what symptoms to look for in case your wife’s hysteria acts up again.”
“Thank you Doctor, I think we would both appreciate that.” Rick stopped walking.
“Faintness, nervousness, insomnia, irritability, loss of appetite or a tendency to cause trouble.” Even though Negan was looking at Rick you felt like he was speaking to you. “In the event it becomes too much I do have a place for her at my week long retreat, where she will go under intense treatment. Don’t despair if that happens, some of my patients attend a retreat every several months much to their benefit.”
A flutter rose in your chest and a smile started to spread across your face. The man was a doctor, and you did need medical help. If your husband thought you were ill, when you weren’t trying to present it as such, you wondered how long it would take to get shipped off for a week of intense treatment with Dr. Negan.
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The Protection Game
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nV5nFs
by HaephestusCrex (Panda_Princess)
WoC!Reader-insert, hideous universityl AU with every possible trigger to cover my ass because of how dark my work often gets. Reader/Negan, Reader/Many
“One lucky student with above average scores in a low-income housing area gets given the international golden ticket for a full-ride at a college in the USA. This year, it happened to be you – thrust into a world of parties, frats, boys and hot professors, and hot dads...? There was just no way this was going to go well.”
Words: 9985, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead (Comics), The Walking Dead (Telltale Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Reader, Negan, Carl Grimes, Enid (Walking Dead), Eugene Porter, Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon, Shane Walsh
Relationships: Reader/Negan, reader/many
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Romance
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nV5nFs
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