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lilgoblinbitch · 24 days

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Sweetheart 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

rick grimes x fem!reader

from Anon: "I kinda need that rick grimes dumbification you teased at. I know you crushed it"

a/n: yes this was one of the drafts i mentioned on my poll a bit ago! I had a lot of fun writing this. enjoy!

warnings: 18+, PinV unprotected sex, slight dumbification, fingering, slight choking, angst, kinda mean/mocking Rick, edging, cussing, cum swallowing, very vague mentions of past drug usage. (lmk if i missed anything)

wc: 4.3k

Rick Grimes and you had an unsteady ‘relationship.’ Ever since Glenn Rhee, your best friend, welcomed you into the group, you and Rick constantly butted heads. It was like you couldn't agree on any one thing to save both of your lives. And whenever the two of you were alone, Rick often acted as your chaperon, always on your tail nagging you about how you were going to “get yourself hurt.” It irked you to your core. You could handle yourself, and you proved that to him plenty of times, but it just never seemed like Rick was going to trust you under any circumstance.

Glenn and Maggie liked to snicker to themselves, teasing you from time to time that Rick probably had a little crush on you, but you never understood how. That man never even smiled at you; all he did was badger you and make you feel like a fool. What the hell did they know?

“No! I’m not going on a run with him alone, Glenn. You know I’d rip his head off once he starts acting like an authoritative asswipe. And that would be on you for making me go.” You argued with Glenn, who was already scoffing and rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, honestly. You need to learn how to get along with him. Trust me, he’s not a bad guy. Remember I told you about how he led us out of Atlanta? We would have been part of the dead geeks back in the city if it weren’t for him.” Glenn was always the best motivational speaker, and sometimes you disliked how right he could be.

“I know he’s not a bad guy. I know what he did. But that doesn’t change the fact that Rick has never really treated me like one of you guys. I feel like he’s always seen me as just some — some bitch who got lucky finding a group of strong survivors,” You turned to Glenn, who was rubbing his face like he had a counter argument ready to be made, but you spoke again before he could. “Besides, Rick has never once asked me to go on runs with him, this would be awkward.”

“Not unless you make it awkward. Look, there’s no use in the two of you resenting each other, so I think this might be helpful.”

“I don’t feel like I’m helpful, though... helpful enough, I mean,” you admitted, glancing back up at Glenn who was staring at you intently, a sympathetic glint in his eyes. “I feel like I don’t pull my own weight around here very much. I mean, at least outside the walls. Just wanna feel more useful, and Rick often made me feel the opposite.”

“Well, I know you feel that way because I know you well. But you know you do more than enough for this community, especially keeping inventory and helping Olivia manage rations, and you helped rebuild the walls. You’re strong, and you’re one of us. That’s why Rick is taking you on this next run,” He reassured and patted your back lightly. You blushed and nudged your best friend on the shoulder. He never failed to put a smile on your face. “Come on, this is your chance for you to prove yourself to him. I believe in you.”

Of course you could never say no to Glenn, especially when he was so kind to you all the time. Seriously, the guy didn’t have a mean bone in his body. So, you gave Glenn a half-smile, swallowed your bitterness and stomped your way over to the gate where Rick was already waiting.

“You got the list?”

The car was dead silent, besides the rumbling sound of the tires on the road. Rick was driving, his eyes hyper focused on the road ahead, and just for a few ticks he looked down at his pocket to pull out a crumbled slip of paper. With his gaze back on the road, he held the paper out for you to grab. When you went to grab it from his hand, you could have sworn you felt his fingers graze yours for a split second. Although that didn’t seem to affect Rick very much, as his eyes were still glued to the road and both hands gripping the steering wheel.

Sighing softly, you unfolded the slip of paper and read it under your breath. Your eyes scanned it — not much was on the list, considering a team already went on a supply run the week before, and since you were in charge of inventory you knew the supply for food was not low. Looked like all you’d need to find today were extra rounds of ammunition and a few flare guns.

You desperately wanted to speak, to break the uncomfortable silence that occupied the car, but nothing in your head seemed adequate. So you slumped in your seat and picked at the loose skin of your fingertips while waiting to arrive at your destination.

After a short while the car reached a halt, and Rick wasted no time in getting out. “We’re here, grab a bag from the back and let’s go.” He shut the car door and opened the back door, reaching in to grab a backpack and sling it onto his shoulders. You did the same, after stuffing the list in your back pocket. The car was parked a few hundred feet from a worn-down gun shop on the side of the road. You honestly would have missed it if it weren’t for Rick and Daryl already scoping the place out last month; trees, overgrown grass, and shrubs all contributed to the clandestine nature of the shack.

The two of you took down a few walkers that popped out of the woods near the car before making your way into the rustic shop. You slipped your dagger back into its sleeve and pulled the list back out of your pocket. Rick was preoccupied with scoping the area, ensuring no walkers or other living beings were lurking in hidden areas of the room. The shop had a cabin vibe to it, and even the cobweb added to the scenery.

Your eyes never lingered too long on one area of the room — you needed to find flare guns while Rick gathered the other items. Each step you took around the shop sent the floorboards squeaking, earning nasty looks from the sheriff. Rolling your eyes, you stepped quieter across the room. Soon enough you found a small wooden crate collecting dust underneath a broken shelf. Inside it were random items like a piece of rope, a toolbox, and a few other paltry trinkets. You pursed your lips and raised a brow, grabbing the dusted, rusty old toolbox and holding it up in the light. You swiped the layer of dust that coated the lid and then snapped it open. Your lungs released a dissatisfied sigh when you noticed all that was left in there was a wrench and a rusty nail. Bummer.

“We need another wrench? ‘Cause I just found one!” You joked, scanning the room for Rick, until you realized he wasn’t in your view anymore. You huffed and took the wrench, throwing it into your bag and placing the useless toolbox back onto the shelf.

It didn’t take you long to find Rick, who was shoving his find of items into his bag in another room. “Rick,” you caught his attention abruptly, but only for a moment. He went back to packing stuff into his bag. “Only thing I found was a wrench, there was nothing–”

“I got everything we need,” Rick interrupted. He shuffled by you after zipping up the backpack and swinging it on his back.

This man really knew how to push your buttons; you were truthfully at your breaking point. Before he could leave the room you snagged his arm, turning him to face you. You were irritable, and he could see it painted all over your face with the way your eyes pierced into his. Rick sucked in his cheeks and held your stare, before turning his head to the wall and running a hand through his tousled hair.

You thought back to what Glenn told you — the pointers and pep talk he gave you before you left with Rick. This was the only time you would be able to talk with Rick with his undivided attention and no distractions around you.

“We need to get past this bullshit,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“What bullshit?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Rick.” His eyes met yours again. The self-assuredness you fought so hard to keep dwindled, like the wick of a candle crumbling under the dying fire.

“I– we, um…” you licked your lips and collected your composure, “You know we’ve never really been on the best of terms, ever since Glenn found me on the road to Virginia…”

Rick’s silence and fierce gaze made this all the more difficult for you. You were never great at confrontation in the first place, and this man just had to complicate it even more. “Ever since then, we haven’t really been able to get along.”

“We saw things differently. And you didn’t trust me,” he jeered.

“You didn’t trust me,” You retorted.

“Guess we’re even, then.”

You grinned, but not a happy grin — a grin that could convince your mind that you were satisfied in this moment. It was something you usually did as a child; you thought that if you smiled really hard then maybe your brain would actually think you were happy. It didn’t work right now, though. You turned away from Rick, the grin faltering and a frown replacing it.

“I never meant for things between us to get this complicated and tense… I was in a really rough place when Glenn found me and I could only trust him.” You peered at him once more, “Rick, I’m sorry if–”

He shushed you, a hand reaching up to your cheek to comfort you. This was something foreign to you; the only times he touched you was if he was handing something to you and his hand ‘accidentally’ brushed against yours. Now, his hand was placed on your cheek, and his eyes softened after seeing your tender ones pleading at him.

“I’m sorry, too…”

You were close now, his body only inches from yours. One tiny step forward and your bodies would collide. But that wouldn’t happen — couldn’t happen. You would not let it...

“Rick,” you stepped backwards a foot, not anticipating to crash into the wall behind you. His focus was on you, only you, and it made you feel many different things. “I need to know — I need you to tell me we’re okay now. That we–” his body was inching closer to yours again, and you tensed up. “Tell me we’re on good terms now.”

“I shouldn’t have waited this long.”

You were flustered, cheeks beet red. Your back was flush against the wall, hands gripping the paneling for support. “Waited...for what?”

Rick’s taller frame finally pressed against yours. You shuddered under the pressure. “Waited...to touch you–” his eyes darted across your face, landing on your puffy pink lips, “Wanted to, for so long.”

Your lips parted, unsteady breaths leaking out. You swore you could feel your heart pounding on your chest, begging to tear it open. His lips were nearing yours, and there was nothing you could do to stop it — nothing you wanted to do to stop it, at least.

He leaned in close, breath a fervent cloud bouncing off your face. “I think you want it, too.”

A fire ignited inside you, one full of an almost unfamiliar sensation — lust. Something you’d suppressed for so long and never realized you still had in you. Rick Grimes seemed to be the only man to successfully light that spark in you.

It was time to disregard the small voice in your head, the one that was screaming and scolding you for letting lust conquer your conscience. Rick could see right through your tough shell; you were like putty in his grip. So desperate for him to touch you.

Rick tutted at you, thumb pad pressing your chin, directing your eyes to his magnetic blue ones. “Knew you were needy f’me. Ever since you first looked at me.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” His hand snuck down to your denim crotch, fingers briskly tracing the zipper.

“I need to know, Rick — why you always fucking nagged me. If you wanted me, why would you make me believe the exact opposite?” You interrogated, trying to divert the topic to distract the fog clouding your mind. Rick’s finger traced designs across the v-line of your crotch, your breath hitching in your throat each time he dragged a digit down closer to your clothed heat. “You never–” you swallowed hard, gathering your composure back, “You never have long enough conversations with me, just quick enough to avoid our usual tension. And, I don’t recall us ever going on a run alone together.”

Rick’s eyes pierced into yours, his fingers coming to a halt at the hem of your jeans. “The only time I ever see you is when you need to check in on our ammunition and inventory, or when you need me to watch Judith. Even then you don’t really talk to me much.” You slapped Rick’s hand away from your pants, exasperation washing over you. “Oh, and, I can’t forget to mention that you weren’t even the one who invited me on this fucking run. Glenn did!”

Rick took a step back from you, placing his hands on his hips. He bit his lip, averting his eyes to the ground. Your brows furrowed in displeasure. You were aware that Rick was most likely working up something to retort, however impatience got the best of you.

A groan from you filled the silent air. “Please, just explain it to me! Tell me something. Anything!”

The look in his eyes was intensely passionate. You were crumbling against the wall; just his eyes had that effect on you.

“You were like a lost puppy for Glenn, and then Daryl for a while. And it made me angry because–” He closed the gap between you once again, “You were too caught up in acting like a whore instead of being with me.”

Rick’s face was close to yours, his hot breath fading into your own. You were too shocked to react, too dumbfounded by his choice of words. Did he really deem you a whore?

“I was protecting you all along, and you were too dumb to fucking realize that, huh?” His gruff voice boomed in your eardrums and sent shockwaves through your body. “I should have had you sooner, that was my mistake. But I have you here now, Y/N.” A hand slithered across your neck, gently squeezing it. You bit your lip in anticipation, squeezing your legs together to create friction for your aching core — an arousal you didn’t quite recognize until Rick grabbed your throat and brought it to life.

You were aroused, and Rick acknowledged it. There was no need to keep hiding it. Hastily you grabbed Rick’s face and smashed your lips together, hungry for him. Being that close to him wasn’t enough — you needed him closer.

The kiss became heated pretty quickly, almost two years worth of sexual tension released from it and relieved moans from the both of you harmonizing within the small shop. Rick’s hand slithered down to your crotch, right where he had left off not too long ago. Only this time, he wasted no time in slipping his hand between the waistband of your pants and the soft fabric of your lace panties. You pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily and eyes half lidded.

“Such a pretty girl… always letting me take care of you, hm? You know I’m s’posed to look out for you, ‘cause you’re too hopeless without me, sweetheart,” he cooed, his hand slipping further down your pants and flicking your panties to the side to expose your dripping heat. His fingers explored your slick folds, and you felt your back arch in response. Your hips bucked forward instinctively; you were in a trance, unable to comprehend your current emotions or actions. This was wrong, it shouldn’t be happening right now. This man hated you — at least, you thought he did; now here he was, playing with your cunt like all grudges were dropped.

Your hands gripped the back of Rick’s neck, fingers latching onto the soft curls at the base of it. Two of his fingers plunged into you without an issue; you were already soaking for him. You felt so vulnerable under this man’s touch, like he placed some sort of spell upon you, and you couldn’t find the strength in you to push him away. Maybe this was supposed to happen — maybe Rick knew what he was doing, and maybe he knew what you needed. At least, it felt like he knew what he was doing.

You couldn’t help but examine his facial features: his scruffy salt and pepper colored facial hair added beautiful texture to his chiseled jawline; his soft pink lips a shade darker than normal from your own lips eating at them; and oh — his eyes. You could never get tired of those eyes. They were hypnotic, a shade of sky blue that reeled you in the longer you stared into them. If this man wasn’t a sheriff, he would’ve done well as a fisherman – judging by the way he reeled you in so effortlessly. Although this man carried himself like he was a stone-cold sergeant, his graceful beauty was downright conspicuous; the fact that you never really considered how attractive Rick really was, honestly boggled you.

The pace of Rick’s fingers quickened and your hips grinded into his hand. His palm pushed against your needy little bundle of nerves, heightening your pleasure. Each thrust of his fingers into your wet heat brought you closer and closer to the edge. “Such a dumb slut. So fucked just from my fingers inside you. S’like you never been fucked before, so tight,” Rick cooed, his tone dripping with vehemence. The sensations were too much — you couldn’t remember the last time someone did this to you, made you feel so good.

Without warning you came undone around Rick’s digits, that nostalgic feeling in your core jetting pleasure all throughout your veins. “Oh, fuck–”

Rick pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to your lips. “Wanna taste yourself, sweetheart?” Except he didn’t wait for a response from you; carefully he slipped both fingers through the entrance of your slightly agape lips. Your tongue licked at his digits, cheeks sucking in as you lapped the juices up, tongue relishing in the bittersweetness of your flavors. Your mind was fuzzy.

Rick slipped his fingers back out of your mouth. “Think I fucked you well enough with my fingers?” He rasped, starting to unbuckle his belt. You swallowed hard, licking your lips, legs still shaking like a chihuahua. “No words? Damn, can’t wait to see how you react when I stuff you with my cock.”

You accepted your fate; rightly so, officer friendly had you at his beck and call. One orgasm was not enough yet, according to the restless motions of your hips, and somehow Rick perceived this before you could. Within seconds his brown jacket, the one he adored wearing — and most importantly, slay his enemies in — was tossed across the wooden plank floorboard and the white t-shirt that hugged his toned frame forgivingly was peeled off. You could not refuse your eyes the opportunity to explore Rick’s body. His sculpted frame was an absolute eye vacation; he wasn’t body-builder buff but he was fit and you could tell he took good care of his health. The skilled celerity of his hands practically ripped off his tattered jeans, landing on the floor with a thump from the weight of his belt and holster. You ogled at his veins popping out, and how they trailed along his forearms and outlined the sculpting of his muscles. These were all things that made you wetter by the minute.

Rick wasted no time in shoving your jeans and panties off, putting your dripping heat on full display. A wicked smirk plastered onto his face, and you scanned his eyes; they were dark and unrelenting. Your body was a pulsing, sweating, yearning machine and Constable Grimes was the only troubleshoot that seemed to exist in that moment.

“You gonna be good while I fuck your cunt?” Hands roughly clutched both of your thighs, setting them at both sides of his hips. Fervently you nodded, feeling the tip of Rick’s leaking cock tease your entrance. Even more of a confirmation of your consent was the manner in which you were wrapped around his hips; you were fiending for the sensation of being filled up by Rick’s cock. “Such a needy slut, I just gotta–” one intense thrust of his hips sent his cock driving sharply into your slippery hole; “fuck the whore outta you and–” thrust, “make you my sweet, sweet girl.” Strained squeaks and whimpers spilled from your panting mouth while Rick pounded into you. A few stray curls danced upon his forehead, sweat drenching his hair.

The man was a fiend for you too, his licentious grunts solid proof of it. “Mmph, fuck, Rick!” Your lewd cries a melody in his ears. Your tight bundle of nerves collided into his pubic bone rhythmically, adding to the concoction of whatever pleasure potion was being poured into your blood. Your strength was depleted, limbs desperately hugging around Rick and fingers clawing into his back.

“So tight for me. Need my cock to stretch y’out, right?” Rick chuckled lowly, the sound reverberating through your body. The thrusts of his hips never ceased, only for a swift moment when he placed you down on his jacket that was lying on the ground and picked right back up with his cock ramming into your cunt. The force shook your legs, and it almost felt like they were going to go numb. Rick was on his knees, holding your legs flush against his torso and shoulders while he found the perfect angle to greet your g-spot with the thumping of his tip against it. Your siren song moans were everything to Rick — however, he wasn’t going to risk having anything impeding this moment, and that meant drawing as little attention to the shop as humanly possible.

“Gotta be good for me, an’ stay fuckin’ quiet.”

His hand clasped your mouth roughly while his hips continued to drive relentlessly into your dripping pussy. His body leaned close into yours, your legs pressed flat to your sides — all spread out for him to fully access your obedient hole. He was hitting all the right spots. His lips eventually replaced his hand on your own mouth, going back and forth between dragging out your bottom lip between his teeth and wrestling your tongue with his — he ended up winning that duel.

Rick attached his lips to your neck, nibbling at the exposed skin with his teeth and evoking hushed mewls from you. He kissed and sucked your skin as he fucked you on top of his jacket. Skin on skin and the wet squelching of your pussy — the sounds were white noise to him.

Your fingers dug into his back and shoulders as he transitioned to a more graceful pace, letting your body shift along with his. “Look at you, goin’ dumb from my cock. Feels good?” He mocked you, smugness washing over his entire face.

You were unable to form coherent sentences, not with how Rick was rocking into you and incessantly ramming his tip into all the right spots. Felt better than any drug you ever did in college. All that clouded your mind was how close you were to reaching the point of no return. “So close,” was what squeaked out of you, stimulation to both your clit and g-stop all too overwhelming. Your body was preparing to succumb to the pressure.

Rick looked down at your features; your face scrunched up in pleasure — mouth making perfect “o” shapes, and sweat gleaming on your skin. You were taking him so well, being so patient for him.

“Tell me how good you feel, sweet girl.”

“So good, Rick! Ungh– need to cum, please!”

He smirked, rubbing circles upon your swollen clit; “Cum f’me.” And that was all you needed to hear to let the jetstream of pleasure erupt through your body, your wet cunt gushing while Rick steadied his pace thrust by thrust. His orgasm was near, you could tell from the way he started twitching inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the warm euphoric feeling you were experiencing was clouding your senses. “God, you must love being fucked, huh?” Rick tantalized, admiring the way your tits bounced and how your arms flailed around, reaching for something to grab onto but were too weak to do so. It was bringing him closer to his climax.

The empty feeling he left you after he pulled his cock out made you frown, unable to formally fuss because of the state you were in. He started stroking his shaft, thumbing the pink tip. “Open your mouth, hun,” was the only warning he gave you as he sat you up and released a thick ribbon down your throat. You lazily licked up the treat he gifted you, then lay back down on his jacket.

You simpered in that position while Rick cleaned the both of you up, kissing your cheek as he did so. Glenn was right, somewhat — Rick wasn’t a bad guy, and maybe he did have a crush on you after all. You just weren’t exactly expecting the events that had recently unfolded in a gun shop of all places.

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l0vergirlwrites · 10 months

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rick grimes intimacy headcanons

warnings: mentions of intimacy, mentions of sex, some angst & fluff.

one of rick’s hands always rested on your lower back without fail. it had been something he developed when the group was on the road to washington d.c., & it continued during your time at alexandria. you liked to think he did it so he could keep you close. rick felt that it was just a precaution so he’d know you’d be in arms reach—just a little safety thing. he’d typically rub his thumb along your back too, knowing it’d make you smile.

your thing was ruffling rick’s hair. feeling his curls mesh between your fingers was always something you cherished because of the setting—whether you both were cuddling in bed, helping rick with his hair in the morning when the curls weren’t looking right, turning a serious moment into something sweet—it was a moment you could spend with him alone, not thinking about walkers, danger, responsibilities—you could just be yourselves & unwind.

“you look cute like this. i should get the camera” you laughed at rick as your fingers cascaded through his hair with a wide tooth comb.

“shut up” he scrunched his nose with a smile, leaning his head towards yours for a quick kiss to in fact shut you up.

you tended to rest your head on rick’s shoulder a lot, & he never minded. he’d often suggest you’d do it to catch a few minutes of sleep when you’re on runs, sitting through council meetings, etc. you’d do the same for him, knowing he needed more sleep than you since he was the main leader around here.

“hey, you tired?” rick asked, nudging your arm to make your eyes flutter open. you both were on watch.

“just a little…” you yawned, shaking your head as you inhaled.

rick would nod his head, motioning you to come closer, & once your head rested on his shoulder, he’d turn to press a kiss on yours.

you both would try to keep pda to a minimum when the group was around, but there were moments where you both would ignore it for the sake of the situation. a quick kiss before splitting up to complete a plan, quick whispers of “be careful” as lips brushed, wrapping an arm around each other while keeping watch, etc.

your first time having sex with rick was special. it wasn’t rushed or too rough—it was slow, loving & sweeter than honey. touches lingered, chests heaved, & all the sensations felt like heaven. you’d whisper sweet nothings in his ear when his head ducked into your neck. he’d whisper words of praise as he practically worshiped your body.

“you’re perfect rick, god—so perfect”

“that’s it, hmmm… good girl—you’re doing so good for me”

“i love you, i love you”

“you feeling good? tell me” “yeah—really good, just like that—“

you were known to have nervous breakdowns every now & then. when they’d bubble up, you’d try to go somewhere quiet or away from the group so you could have some privacy as you tried calming down. whenever rick was around to see you in this state, he’d excuse himself from the group, saying that daryl or carol would be in charge. rick would put a hand on your shoulder while your arms would be crossed on your chest. he’d ask if you needed to sit down, or if you needed water. if you said no to both, he’d gently pull you into his arms with one hand rubbing your back & the other holding your head against his shoulder.

“hey, it’s alright. let it out, i’m here. not gonna let you go”

“i got ya y/n… okay? you’re all good”

when rick would have breakdowns of his own, he’d hide his face in your neck & hold onto you as a lifeline—sometimes his grip would be really tight, but you didn’t mind. you’d run your hands through his hair a little, as well as his back.

“you can let it out—don’t have to be strong all the time”

“i’m here for you. you’ll always have me, no questions asked”

“we’ll be okay rick, promise”

rick would usually be the big spoon, but that would change on certain occasions, especially if he was overly stressed or ridden with grief. some nights he may not hold onto you too tight, but something as simple like holding your hand or letting your legs rest on top of his would be enough.

your favourite spot to kiss him—besides his lips— would be his temple.

rick’s favourite spot to kiss you—besides your lips— would be on the apple of your cheek.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Oke oke you are responsible for that request 😫💗

Please please please a fic where Rick is fingering reader in a car while others are asleep 👉🏼👈🏼💗 something like reader biting his neck to keep quiet and grinding against his hand....😫

That man has hands straight out of heaven 🥴💗

Love you 💗💗💗

hi baby! I love you, and I hope you like this! I'm sorry it's so short!

summary - rick fingers you in the car while your friends sleep in the back.

warning - smut, fingering, voyeurism, semi-public, swearing, degrading.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“O–oh, fuck….” You whimper, biting into your fist as Rick’s fingers pick up the pace, thrusting and curling inside you. Your legs spread as your dress is hiked up, riding his hand as you try to stay quiet, not wanting to wake those sleeping in the backseat. “R–Rick…” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he curls his thick fingers into your sweet spot.

Rick presses his thumb into your puffy clit, rubbing and rolling it as he glances over before looking back at the road. “Better be quiet, slut. Don’t want the others to wake to you being a whore, do ya?” His pants tighten, a prominent bulge straining against the zipper as your sweet sounds send shocks down to his cock. “Do ya know how much of a whore you are, getting off while our friends sleep in the back.” He growls, thrusting his fingers faster into you, looking over as your back arches off the seat. “C’here.” You whimper, looking at him with big, tear-filled eyes, and you slowly move closer to him, latching onto the older man. “Bite on my neck, darlin’, don’t be shy.” You whine quietly, placing soft, breathless kisses along his neck, licking the vein that pulses before you latch onto him, crying into his flesh as he curls his fingers into your sweet spot.

Stars begin to cloud your vision, and your walls pulsate around his thick digits. Your cries go straight to his cock, and the way you squeeze his fingers nearly distracts Rick from the road in front of him. “Let go, darlin’. Cum on my fingers like the whore you are.” He growls, and you become so desperate to cum, that you begin to grind down onto his hand as he continues to curl his fingers up into your sweet spot until your eyes roll into the back of your head and your juices coat his digits. “Good girl.” He slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt, bringing the glistening digits to his mouth and sucking your arousal off. You watch with wide eyes, feeling your core pulse. “Taste damn good, sweetheart.”

You stiffen as you hear a groan from the backseat, followed by Daryl’s raspy voice. “Ya guys done?! I’m tryna get some sleep back here.”

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frost-queen · 4 months

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Cursed to be alone // part 3 (Teen!Reader & Rick Grimes)

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Summary: [based on Joel & Ellie's relationship] Taken in, you have a very important deciscion ahead of you. One where you could save the world. Rick finally comes to terms and goes to search for you. Determined he would find you, he comes face to face with some who might know where you are. Taken, he must survive to get you out in time. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 4 ]

A light flickered above your head. Giving you almost a headache as they have been flickering for the past hours. The room otherwise in complete darkness. You had been in this room long enough to not know if it was day or night. The clank of a handle being opened made you get up. The heavy door opening. At first a gaping dark hole till the first man appeared. Then the second. They each took on a side by the door.

Arms crossed. Then a third one entered. The woman. Her white coat reflecting against the darkened room. She entered more, gesturing for you to sit. Looking down behind you, you sat back down on the camping bed. She came kneeling before you, taking out a little flashlight. – “Can you tell me your name?” – she asked flashing the light in your eye.

It blinded you for a second as she swayed it to the side. – “Y/n Y/l/n.” – you answered as she shone in your other eye, repeating her gesture. – “Do you know where you are?” – she asked tapping your chin to open your mouth. So you did opening your mouth wide for her. She shone her flashlight in your mouth with a soft hum. Tugging her light away you closed your mouth once more.

“Somewhere South or North from Alexandria.” – you responded. – “Is that were you came from?” – she questioned. – “No.” – you let her know. She quirked her eyebrow up. – “Do you have any family?” – she said picking up your arm to observe. – “No.” – you replied. She turned and twisted your arm around for her to get a good look at it.

“How old is this one?” – she wanted to know. Furrowing your brows, you looked down at your own arm. – “Six months.” – you told her with a shrug. She hummed with a nod. She took your other arm taking a look at it. – “Do you know who I am?” – she asked curious. – “No, three months old.” – you told her seeing she was looking at another bitemark on your arm. She let go of your arm going lower. She lifted a bit of your pants up revealing your freshest wound. – “Recently.” – she spoke more to herself than asking a question. She lowered your pants again, getting slowly up.

“When you saved me, you told me you were looking for me… who are you?” – you asked when she was heading back for the door. She stopped turning back around with a smile. – “I am a scientist.” – she said. – “and you honey could save the world.” – she finished. By the entrance she faced one of the men you recognized from before they took you in. – “Keep her here for another day, just to be sure.” – she briefly glanced over her shoulder at you. You had pressed your hands between your legs, looking down.

They all left leaving you once more alone. You sighed deep looking up to the ceiling. Before you knew it your mind went to Rick and the others. Your absence all known to them by now. Slightly you wondered if they were looking for you. Perhaps Daryl was, but Rick surely not. He had made himself clear last time you saw him.

You were nothing to him and will remain nothing to him. Exhaling loud you laid down. Staring lost in front of you. Waiting the hours till you would get released from the isolation. All to be entirely save, the scientist had told you. As if your old bite marks weren’t enough to alert her you weren’t turning into a walker.

No she needed actual proof that you weren’t going to turn. Perhaps this was the best place for you to be. Away from the others so you couldn’t disappoint them more. Specially Rick as you had let him down numerous times. It wasn’t that you did it on purpose. It just appeared that doom followed you like a shadow. Always getting into trouble without even seeking it. Did the walkers perhaps liked how you smelled? Felt attracted to be near? Your head was spinning as you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting to block it all out.

Rick had geared up in silence. Sneaking out of his room and leaving the house. He still wasn’t sure what possessed him to go and search for you. Was it perhaps the guilt eating at him? Or perhaps the worriedness wanting to know where you were now. Were you save? Hurt? Dead? He felt himself go crazy without knowing the answer. Alexandria was still sleeping in when Rick left the house. He made his way over to the gate. He came to a stop sighing deep at the sight of Daryl. Daryl was holding his crossbow, leaning against the gate.

The moment he saw Rick he removed himself from against the gate. – “Finally let’s go.” – Daryl spoke opening the gate. Rick sighed loud with a shake of his head. – “I’m going alone.” – Rick insisted on walking up to him. – “No you aren’t.” – he heard from behind him. Rick exhaled deep turning around to Glenn and Michonne approaching. – “Guys listen I’m going alone.” – he pressed on. Glenn walked passed him, patting his hand on Rick’s shoulder. – “It has already been decided.” – he said. Michonne looked sternly at Rick not saying a word as she went after Glenn.

Daryl whistled loud. – “Rick! Come on!” – he called out. Rick touched his forehead brief before giving in and following the others. Daryl closed the gate behind Rick. – “Took you long enough.” – Daryl commented walking by Rick. He quickened his pace coming to a stop before Rick. – “For your sake she better not be dead.” – he poked Rick hard in the chest.

Rick took a deep breath, knowing this was all his fault. It sure as hell felt like it. The tense atmosphere hanging above their heads making it clear. Daryl to the lead with Glenn. It didn’t take them long to hear the gargling sounds of a walker. Daryl spotted it first. Laying on the ground, trying to crawl further.

Daryl took out an arrow closing in on it. The walker lifted their head up, snapping their mouth to Daryl. Squash. The swift strike of Daryl’s arrow point inside the walkers brain send it lifeless down. He took an interesting notice of the walker seeing a clear knife wound in it’s leg. – “This way.” – Daryl called out. Glenn came jogging over to his side. – “Was she here?” – he asked. Daryl hummed loud keeping a close eye on the ground.

The group went on following your trail. After a few hours walk they stumbled upon a deserted town. Glenn ran up to a walker laying down on the ground. – “Shot.” – he said. Michonne held her katana close looking carefully around. Daryl went towards the shop where the glass had been broken. The walker having clearly come from there. – “What do we do? She can be everywhere.” – Glenn pointed out, looking over at Rick. Rick’s expression was tense. – “We search every house.” – he replied. They decided to split up and search each compound for you. If you were still here.

The door opened once more as you slowly got up. A man entered lingering in the door opening. He gestured for you to come near. So you did with a bit of caution. Taking the first step out of the room felt strange. As if leaving a save place behind. Stepping into the unknown. The man guided you through a long corridor. Till you went into another room. A brightly lighted room. The lights hurt your eyes making you squeeze them till you had adjusted to the light. The scientist was also present in the room. – “How are you feeling Y/n?” – she asked looking briefly up from her clipboard.

She continued to scribble on it before handing it over to another woman. – “Okay.” – you answered taking a tentative notice of the room. The scientist approached you. She motioned for you to open your mouth. So you did as she looked inside. – “Good.” – she muttered. – “Let me show you around.” -she started moving an arm around you. You got led out of the room into another corridor. It was the first time you noticed how many people were actually here. You always thought it was just the three of them. It appeared they were numbered. Some men were moving food packages from one table to another. A girl holding a clipboard and counting with her pen.

She noticed you were staring, curling up half a smile. – “We are with quite a lot. Grew over the last year.” – she explained leading you into another room. More people in white coats walking around. – “Are… are we at a lab?” – you questioned. – “Sort of.” – she answered. The people in white coats looked at you and waved. You waved shyly back at their sudden kindness as if they had known you for ages. – “They are very pleased with your presence. We all are.” – she went on taking you by the shoulders and guiding you into another room.

It was a smaller room, simple but comforting. She sat you down. – “Y/n I have something to ask of you.” – she started off. You swallowed nervously. – “I’m sure you are well aware of the immunity in your body.” – she said making you nod. – “Well you see with you we could create a cure to save a lot of people.” – she approached gently. – “Do you want to save us from this nightmare?”

You thought back of Rick and the other. Despite the struggles you still wished a peaceful world for them. Thinking about Carl and Judy made your shudder out a breath. You pulled up your sleeve showing her your arm. – “Will my blood cure us?” – you asked her. She subtilty changed her expression lowering your arm. – “Do you consent?” – she said. The words felt dry in your mouth. If drawing your blood could make a cure, it was worth the shot.

Even now you were still thinking about Rick. Wanting him to find peace. Perhaps he would be proud of you, knowing you cured the world. It would be enough to see him smile proudly at you. You hadn’t predicted it but they became like a family to you. The only thing you had left in this dying world. If they had a chance of living peaceful you would happily grant them that. You swallowed the knot down. – “Yes.” – you answered. The scientist thanked you.

Rick sighed deep. Every empty house he had searched made his heart sink deeper. Daryl, Glenn and Michonne weren’t lucky either. They had re-grouped in the middle of the deserted town. – “She’s not here.” – Rick said moving his hands frustratingly on his head, looking around with a hint of panic. – “I told you to come sooner!” – Daryl called out. – “But no you had to mope and hold a bloody grudge!” – Daryl finished shouting his words in frustration. Rick lowered his hands. – “I know this is on me!” – he shouted back.

“Look I don’t need to feel like hell for failing her! For failing her like I have failed every other godforsaken thing I care about. I don’t need it!” – Rick yelled back in anger. Glenn glanced over to Michonne seeing Rick turn at the brink of losing his mind. Rick crouched down, rubbing his lip to prevent it from trembling. – “Rick…” – Glenn began. – “Just go home.” – Rick answered. – “I’ll find her alone.” – he got back up turning to his friends. – “I’ll bring her back, I promise.” – he said to Daryl.

Daryl scoffed loud. Michonne seemed to be the only one paying attention to her surroundings. – “Car!” – she suddenly called out making everyone snap out of it. On cue a car raced around the corner into town. Rick and the others went into hiding, watching them from a distance. They watched as three men got out. A fourth one staying in the car.

They entered a building. Rick ducked down hearing shots being fired. – “Maybe they know?” – Rick mumbled to himself. – “Rick!” – Glenn shout-whispered pulling him back down. Rick freed himself going out of hiding over to them. – “Rick!” – Glenn called out trying not to be too loud. Rick went up to the car, startling the person behind the wheels. – “The hell!” – the guy called out opening his door.

“Please have you seen a girl around here? Her name is Y/n.” – he asked practically begging him. His other friends heard the commotion walking out. Two of them holding supplies. – “On your knees!” – the first one said, pointing a gun at Rick. Rick went on his knees, keeping his hands up. – “Please… I am looking for a girl. Have you seen her?” – he asked desperately. – “I…I…I have a picture of her…” – he lowered one hand as the second guy pointed his gun at Rick too.

“It’s just a picture.” – Rick said reaching with trembling hands to his pocket. The picture got pulled out as the third guy snatched the photo from his hands. He showed to his friend. – “The girl on the left… have you seen her?” – he begged. The first one tilted his head. – “What is she to you?” – he asked with a cocky nod. – “Family…” – Rick answered finally admitting it to himself. The first one glanced over at the fourth one behind Rick. Smack. A heavy blow to the head let Rick fall down. Darkness consuming him as he was off this world.

Rick inhaled deep slowly waking up. The world around him a blur. Slowly lifting his head up, he felt the throbbing pain on his back. He blinked rapidly, rolling over yet it was too fast as it knocked another wave of headache on him. The moment he noticed another person in the room, he snapped back to reality. A woman standing in regular clothing. – “What is she to you?” – she asked. Rick blinked a few more times to get himself more awake. – “I’m looking for a girl.” – he breathed out seating himself better on the bed.

“What is she to you?” – the woman asked again. It was still fuzzy in his mind as he couldn’t follow her words yet. – “Who?” – Rick answered as the world slowly stopped spinning. – “The girl with immunity.” – the woman replied firmly. Rick was suddenly wide awake. – “You have her! Where is…” – he tried to get up but stumbled right back, sitting back down. – “She’s being prepped for surgery.” – she spoke. Rick looked confused around. – “What surgery?” – he wanted to know.

The woman took a deep breath. – “Our doctor. He thinks the cordyceps has been growing with her since her first bite.” – she told him yet Rick wouldn’t have ears for it. – “Why is she in surgery?” – Rick wondered worriedly. – “It makes normal cordyceps thinks she is cordyceps, that is why she is immune.” – she went on to explaining. – “He is going to remove it from her and multiply the cells in a lab, produce a cure… and then we can give it to everyone.” – she finished.

He furrowed his brows a bit. – “Cor… cordyceps grow inside the brain…” – he answered slowly realising what it means. The woman kept staring at him with no emotion. – “It does.” – she answered turning to take her leave. – “Find someone else.” – Rick said stopping her from fully leaving the room. – “There is no one else.” – she sighed out. – “Look we didn’t tell her, we didn’t cause her any fear.” – the woman began while Rick was shaking his head. – “There will be no pain.”

Rick started to get up anxiously worried. – “No, you take me to her immediately!” – he ordered reiving a blow to the stomach. Rick fell coughing in pain. The woman held the man who had hit Rick in place. – “Please.” – Rick begged pitiful. – “She’s just a girl…” – he added looking heartbroken at her. – “And we are just trying to survive.” – she answered. She spoke to one of her guards. – “See him out. If he does anything.” – she glanced briefly down at him. – “Shoot him.” – she finished. Rick got pulled up, escorted out of the room. He glared at her when being moved passed her.

They led Rick to the stairway going down. Rick obeyed in silence being pushed from time to time. Half down the steps he stopped. – “Hey move it!” – one of the guards said. Rick took a deep breath before spinning around and grabbing his gun. The guard was taken off guard, letting go of the gun. Rick shot at him as he stumbled back against the wall. Rick elbowed the other one sending him down. He kicked his gun away. Grabbing him by the shirt, he pulled him up. – “Where is she?” – he asked. The guy whimpered shaking his head. Rick fired twice as he stopped twitching. – “I don’t have time for this.” – he spoke stepping over the bodies.

He went back up the stairs trying to find his way to surgery. His expression went stern, gun in the ready. Going through a door he fired at some people who were packing. They never stood a chance. He went on keeping his guard up. He encountered two scientists unarmed. He shot one of them down. – “Where!” – he shouted at the second one. The second one begged him not to shoot. – “Where?” – Rick repeated louder.

He pointed in a direction, shaking on his knees. Rick fired not giving a damn about him. He saw everyone in here as a threat. Each and every one responsible for abducting you and forcing you into this. Rick continued carefully. A guy surprised him as he managed to shoot it from up close. Some blood splattering on his clothing. The guy was squirming on the floor as Rick shot at his head without looking.

Everywhere he went he left a trail of dead bodies. An alarm had gone off warning everyone of him being loose. Rick entered another room finding a wide glass window. He froze for a second seeing the operating table. There you laid. Lifeless on the table as they had put you to sleep. He watched as the doctor took a scalpel nearing it to your head. Rick came in motion entering the operating room. – “Unhook her.” – he said pointing his gun.

The doctor and two nurses got startled, holding their hands up. – “How did you get in here?” – the doctor asked. Rick’s gaze was fixated on you on the table. Something snapped inside of him, shooting the doctor in the chest. The two nurses jumped out of fright. – “Unhook her!” – he ordered pointing the gun at them. The nurses squeaked with fear unhooking you. There appeared blood where they had pulled out the needle. – “Cover that up!” – he shouted as one of the nurses quickly plastered it.

They moved back, keeping their hands up. He neared you placing his gun down. Seeing the peaceful state of you made him emotional. Thinking how they were going to operate your brain without you knowing you would never wake up. Rick carefully picked you up in his arms.

He looked at the nurses with a dead stare. They were afraid to do anything. Rick walked out, carrying you. Your arm swayed having fallen off your lap. The alarm kept ringing as he made his way further down. Having killed almost everyone gave him an advantage. – “I’m sorry.” – he whispered to you. – “I’m sorry I didn’t see it before…” – Rick went down to the front with you. – “Stop!” – a voice called out making Rick turn with you. It was the same woman from when he woke up.

“You are making a terrible mistake.” – she breathed out. – “She can cure the world. What is the life of one girl against countless others?” – she asked. Bang. She looked down as the red stain formed on her shirt. – “Everything.” – Rick replied. She looked back up at him in shock. Her eyes rolled back before she fell backwards on the ground. Rick looked briefly down at you. He then turned around stepping into the daylight.

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finalgirlrick · 1 year

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You First

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 540

Warnings: none, just fluff. & rick being a sl*t what's new. also this gif....god.

A/N: I've had this done for a while but held off on posting it, this is mostly just me trying to rationalize Rick being a cop to myself lmao. Alternative Title: Fuck the police. Anyways, lmk what you think!

“You know, we would’ve hated each other before,” you said while sitting on the couch, Rick’s head lying across your lap. You had taken the opportunity to play with his hair, running your fingers through his soft brown curls and twirling the ends.

“What?” he answered, confused at the random comment. It was something that had crossed your mind many times before, but you never brought it up until now. You were both lost in the film you were watching when the thought suddenly popped into your mind and the words finally came out. “It’s true,” you added.

“Yeah? How?” he asked turning and tilting his head to look up at you.

“Well, this would’ve never happened for a ton of reasons,” you shrugged, gesturing between the two of you. “Ton?” he repeated with a dramatic jolt, shifting in your lap.

You chuckled at the gesture. “You know what I mean,” you smiled. He narrowed his eyes at you playfully, waiting for you to explain. “Alright, maybe not a ton,” you gave in while smoothing his hair back. “It’s just you were a cop, right? And I hated them. You took a deep breath in, “And I also got into trouble a few times back then…”

“Oh, you got into trouble?” he teased with a smirk, lingering on the last word. He got up briefly to meet your eyes, his gaze slowly moving down your face and landing on your lips, and you felt butterflies before he went back to lie down on your lap. He knew what he was doing. God, you hated him sometimes.

“Everyone hated cops,” he said, his tone shifting. “Even you?” you questioned him.

“I hated a lot of the guys I worked with,” he sighed bringing his hand up to rub his forehead. “I just wanted to help people. I needed to take care of Carl and Lori. And I didn’t have the brains to be a doctor or a lawyer. Weren’t many options for me, it was the next best thing.”

“Well, that was very noble of you Rick,” you teased him. “Shut up,” he replied rolling his eyes with a smirk.

“And I’ll admit when I first saw you in that uniform…it did things to me,” you joked. He scoffed, trying and failing to hide his smile. “So, why would I hate you?” he asked, straightening himself up. You furrowed your brows at his question. “You only said why you would’ve hated me.”

“Oh, right,” you lifted your eyes up to the ceiling in fake deep thought before replying with a cheeky grin, “I don’t know. I guess you wouldn’t have had a reason to hate me.” Rick chuckled before sitting himself up and lightly grabbing ahold of your chin. “Well, none of this stuff matters anymore,” he said. “That’s not who I am, and we’re here now together.” He brushed his fingers across your cheek before pulling you into a deep kiss. Things quickly escalated as he pulled you under him, carefully laying you down on the couch. It startled you when he suddenly broke the kiss, only to tease you once again about your earlier admission. You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous man, pulling him back down.

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes fanfic #andrew lincoln #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #rick grimes / reader #rick grimes / you #rick grimes twd #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes angst #the walking dead fanfiction #this is actually so cute reading it back idk why i hated it so much

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carlplsrailme · 2 years

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𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

cw: just fluff!

has complete trust in you. not afraid to turn his back on you with a herd of walkers on the way, because he knows once he turns around you'd be there, with blood covering you both. he trusts your capabilities completely

he loves going on runs with you. even better when Daryl is there honestly. it's so relaxing and just fun to ease back while driving through the wooden area.

watches you from afar like the creep he is. he leans on doorways to watch you just..do your thing. you talking with carl especially warms his heart because he knows you two have an amazing relationship

will kinda grab you by the bottom of your shirt to pull you back into a kiss, he just loves doing that at the most random time.

you lay in his arms at night and you both just look at the ceiling and...talk. about the littlest things but still, he loves every second of it.

brought up the idea of a kid and stuttered. you laughed at him and watched his face melt in redness but kissed him anyways and admitted that you also wanted a kid with him

morning showers are needed of course!!

hand on your thigh when he drives>>>

he whispers to you right before you fall asleep "I love you" and you melt every time

an: some rick grimes headcanons for you guys <3 mwah!

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grimesgirlie · 13 days

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Love at First Sight

rick grimes x fem!reader

summary: you’re an alexandrian, and you meet eyes with one of the new people at deanna’s party, who she threw it for.

word count: 687

warnings: none!

(second person, present tense)

Lucy’s pouring you a glass of wine. She brings the bottle up while pouring, and then brings it back down once the right amount of wine is in the cup. She used to be a bartender, before all this, so she likes to show off her ‘skills’.

“There you go!” She says, dragging the ‘there’ out, and looking up at you from you glass of wine. She picks the glass up, and holds it out for you to take.

Your slim fingers wrap around the neck of the glass, you taking it into your grasp. You put on a sweet smile for Lucy. “Thank you, Lucy.”

She flattens her hands onto the flat of the table. She smiles back at you brightly. “Anytime, babes.”

You smile again at her, before walking away to go find your friends. And maybe make conversation with the new-comers.

As you’re eyes are wandering around the room, searching for someone you genuinely enjoyed speaking to, because you’re not in the mood to make fake conversation, you make eye contact with someone.

A man you’ve never seen before. An attractive one, at that. You immediately feel a spark, and a knot ties in your stomach. Like butterflies. You look away, blushing over what you just felt.

You feel the need to talk to him. But you don’t want to do it directly, and possibly embarrass yourself. So the best idea you can come up with, is linger around him until Deanna notices, and introduces you two.

So that’s exactly what you do.

You start making your way over to them. Your footsteps silent over the chatter. You make sure to not make a straight beeline toward them, or look at them, so it isn’t obvious.

They weren’t very far from you, and you’re a fast walker, so you make it near them almost immediately. You obviously haven’t planned this out well, because now you’re just standing around and sipping on your wine.

Finally, Deanna notices. She latches her hand onto your shoulder, presumably (and hopefully) to introduce you to the attractive new-comer.

“Oh, Y/n! This is perfect.” You hear her voice and turn around to face both of them. You make eye contact with the stranger, once again, and still get those butterflies in your stomach.

“Y/n, this is Rick. Rick, this is Y/n. She worked at a nursery before all this happened.” Deanna informs him. You’re confused for a second, then not the other. You spot the literal baby resting in his arms. Even though you’ve been staring at him for the last 30 seconds, you somehow didn’t notice his baby daughter in his hands.

You snap out of your trance, and stop staring at him. “Oh– yeah, I did.” You advert your eyes to his daughter in his arms.

“What’s her name?” You ask, curiously. You’re unknowingly smiling brightly. If a smile could talk, yours would be screaming.

He adjusts his daughter in his arms before answering your question. “Judith.”

Your eyes go back to bore into his once you hear his voice speak. It’s deep and hoarse.

“That’s a beautiful name. She’s so cute! Can I hold her?”

He nods his head lightly, “Mhm.” He moves closer to you, so he’s able to hand his daughter to her. You hold her in your arms. She’s light.

You lightly bounce her, and Deanna begins to speak again.

“Since she worked at a nursery, she’s kind-of a babysitter for the parents with young children here. She’s a good one too!” She speaks, sneaking in a compliment for you.

You look at her and smile because of the sweet compliment she snuck in there. “Thank you, Deanna!” You speak gratefully. You always got giddy over compliments.

Rick opens his mouth to speak, “Oh, that’s just perfect. Great to meet you, Y/n.” He sticks his hand out, for you to shake it. He’s saying nice to meet you a little late, but you ignore it.

You unwillingly let out a small giggle, and grasp his hand into yours, shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you too, Rick.”

i might make this into a series, lmk if anyone would like that!

#the walking dead #twd fanfiction #twd rick #rick grimes #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #andrew lincoln #twd #rick grimes x female reader #rick grimes x fem!reader #rick grimes oneshot #rick grimes fanfic

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ichorai · 1 year

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shrike ; rick grimes.

track eight of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; rick grimes x gn!reader

synopsis ; alexandria was a safe haven. but it wasn’t home, no matter how hard rick tried for it to be.

words ; 1.1k

themes ; fluff, angst

warnings / includes ; lots of kisses, mild suggestiveness, a bit of angst, rick's beard is gone :(

a/n ; sobbed and screamed during twd's finale ;-; this is in honor of rick's return <3

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The quiet in Alexandria felt different from the quiet outside.

This quiet felt suffocating—like the calm before a storm. Outside, the quiet was something you cherished, a comfort that became a scarcity.

Now—now there was too much.

It was too quiet.

The white blanket pooled around you as you shifted yourself up the bed, until you were flush against the cool wood of the headboard.

Rick stirred in his sleep beside you, mumbling incoherently under his breath. The arm that was once hooked around your midriff now loosely draped over your legs, warm and heavy.

You watched him keenly, observed the way the moonlight melded over his features, softened in slumber. It was strange seeing him clean-shaven, he’d been growing out his beard for such a long time, you’d nearly forgotten what he looked like without it. His wiry brown curls fell over his forehead as he turned slightly, nuzzling his nose into the side of your thigh. You gently brushed his hair away from his eyes, pursing your lips.

When one of his eyes cracked open, a groggy noise fell from his throat, and he moved forward until his entire cheek rested upon your leg.

“Why’re you awake, darlin’?” he asked quietly, shattering the fragile silence, a certain sleep-heavy timbre woven through his tone. “‘S still dark. Sun ain’t out yet.” As he spoke, his eyelids seemed to droop, fighting the urge to pass out again. Weeks of sleepless nights were finally starting to get to him.

“I don’t know,” you whispered back, threading your fingers through his overgrown hair. “It’s a habit.”

Rick blinked up at you, blue eyes watering as he muffled a yawn. He pushed himself up on an elbow, ducking forward to slant his lips on your cheek.

“I miss your beard,” you said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

He jerked back to raise an eyebrow at you. “You always complained that it tickled you,” he replied, haughtily.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t realize how much I liked it until it was gone.”

There was an underlying implication to what you said, and it was clear to Rick that you weren’t just talking about his beard.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait until it grows back,” he said, giving you another kiss, this time to the side of your temple, before scooching back down with a pleasant sigh, resting his head on your chest, listening to the faint thump, thump, thump, of your heartbeat.

“I love you,” he said into your shirt.

“Love you, too.”

The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence.

Tentative, you mumbled out, “Rick, I don’t feel safe here.”

Your words were quiet, much like the silence enveloped around you. When you glanced back down at your boyfriend, you weren’t at all surprised to see him asleep, cheek smushed against your chest as his own steadily rose and fell.

Your eyelids drooped with exhaustion, but you stayed awake.

Sleep never reached you that night.

“You’ve got a bit of toothpaste,” said Rick as he strode into the bathroom, gesturing vaguely to his mouth. Before you could move to wipe it away, Rick bent forward and kissed you deeply, his forehead knocking against yours amidst his fervor. One of his hands snaked over your waist and the other traversed lower to tightly grip your thigh, hiking you up against the bathroom sink. You made a noise of content, nearly melting into him when he hummed over you. “Mmh, minty.”

When he pulled away, you were able to get a good look at his new police uniform, which was really just a ratty brown jacket pulled over a blue button up. Either way, it looked good on him.

“Hiya, officer,” you murmured with a cheeky grin, one of your hands wrapping around his tie, tugging him closer. “You clean up well.”

“Didn’t know you had a thing for uniforms,” he said, voice dropping an octave lower. His gaze darted from your eyes to your lips, unsubtle in his growing lust.

“Wouldn’t really call that a uniform. Looks more like a halloween costume than anything,” you chuckled, to which Rick just rolled his eyes, dipping back to you to steal away your laughter.

He kissed slower this time, nose flush against yours.

You were the one to pull away, pressing a hand to his chest.

Noticing the change in the atmosphere, Rick tilted his head, placing a tender hand beneath your chin. “Everythin’ okay?”

“Rick… doesn’t this feel weird to you? Like… like we’re playing pretend? It doesn’t feel right.” Guilt roiled within your stomach as you echoed what you had said last night. “I don’t feel safe here.”

His brow furrowed, and he let out a small sigh. “I know what you mean. This place feels too good to be true—but I have to try to make this work. We have to try. For Carl. For Judith.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Rick,” you started, worrying your teeth into your bottom lip, “Alexandria will never be a home to me. These people—they’ve been sheltered—oblivious this entire time. I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable around them. At least not until I know I can trust them. But even though Alexandria won’t ever be a home to me… home will be wherever family is. And right now, if you want us to stay, then I’ll stay—because you’re my family, Rick.”

Your boyfriend stared at you with those pretty blue eyes, glistening with unshed tears. “I love you,” he whispered, voice cracking with raw emotion. “I love you.”

He kissed you again, eyelids squeezing shut as tears slipped down his cheek. His lips left yours, moving up to your temple, where he freckled dozens of pecks over your hairline.

“We’ll build a home together. You and me—I promise,” he mumbled, encompassing his arms around you fully to rope you into a warm embrace.

“Okay, Rick,” you said, voice slightly muffled by his shoulder. “I trust you. I love you, too.”

As you held onto him, enveloped by his pleasant, musky forest scent, you realized that home would be with him. Rick was your home, wherever he went. And you’d follow him every step of the way.

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ilguna · 1 year

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☼ the rescue (Rick Grimes) ☼

summary; you were the first one to find Judith during the fall of the prison, making it your responsibility to get her back to Rick, safe and sound.

warnings; swearing, death, death mention, gore.

wc; 4.6k

NOTES; season 4/5 spoilers, read at your own risk.

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For the record, if you’d known exactly how limited your stay at the prison was going to be, you would’ve done a few things differently. For example, you might’ve packed an easily accessible emergency bag with supplies that would put you ahead a week. You would’ve been on your toes, waiting for the clue of the inevitable. You might’ve been a bit more cautious on what you did throughout your day.

In fact, you probably would’ve realized that your group was going to be attacked by the governor on the same day that Hershel and Michonne went missing for an hour more than what was planned. Which you noticed, but no one else seemed to be worried about. They kept telling you that they might’ve run into a few problems out there, like starting the fire to burn the bodies.

Well, their disappearance led right to the whole prison being destroyed by an army with tanks and grenades, which led to being overrun by walkers and virtually inhabitable. You would never be able to go inside that building ever again and say that you felt safe enough to sleep there. The governor ruined your lives yet again.

The more you look back at it, the angrier you get because of it. You would’ve done so many things differently that day. Especially now that you know that you would be the first person to find Judith, and leaving her behind was completely out of the question. You weren’t prepared to take care of a baby you barely knew on the road, with absolutely no clue on how to keep you both safe without prioritizing one person’s needs over the other.

Of course, you’ve taken care of Judith before. The problem is that it was always inside of the safety and the comfort of the prison, a secured area. You’ve held her, watched over her for short periods of time. However, you were always the backup to Beth when she couldn’t or didn’t want to. Rick trusted you when he didn’t have anyone else to turn to, which wasn’t very often. Out of a seven day week, you’d watch her for one day for maybe a few hours. It was always because Rick knew that you’d drop your plans for the day to help him.

Out here, it doesn’t work the same. You’ve been on edge the past few days trying to keep up with her demand for formula and diapers, a problem you never worried about before because that was always a runner’s problem. You were more of a patrol and monitor.

You’ve raided two grocery stores by now, some shelves full, others clean except for the dust that’s been collecting inside. You’ll have her strapped to your chest, knowing full well that there’s at least a dozen walkers somewhere inside of the building, waiting for you to stumble and reveal exactly where you are. Just so that they can catch you and eat you alive.

It doesn’t help that you’re not sure if you’re getting any better at consoling her. When she cries it’s loud, and practically impossible to get her to calm down unless you provide your undivided attention, which you have to drop everything to do. The areas that you’re traveling through aren’t necessarily safe for babies. The only bright side is that you’re getting better at predicting when she’s getting fussy.

This doesn’t even take into account that you’ve had a few close calls with walkers and humans alike. Whether the dead are hiding around the corners, or so obvious but are strong enough to knock you down, it never fails to get you hyped up. Especially since there’s a group that’s been in your area for the past week, following you, and they’re fucking terrifying.

You were traveling through an adjacent neighborhood the other day, and they were nearby. They must’ve come across someone in one of the houses. You could hear every second of them making a game out of his life. And in the end he died anyway, as they were never planning on actually keeping him alive.

As if any of this isn’t stressful enough, you’re supposed to be finding your group, or any sort of part of them. You just want a sign that you’re all heading to the same place. So far, the only idea you’ve had the whole time on where they might be is coming from the maps that are displayed everywhere next to the train tracks. It’s an old trainyard that you’ve been walking for days to find.

It’s a place called Terminus.

You know nothing about it, only that it’s the nearest settlement in miles, and that the rest of the group might have been thinking the same thing you are; you’ll all meet there. After spending two years with them, you’d hope that you’d be thinking along the same lines as they are.

You just need to get there, as soon as you have one other person, it’ll be easier to think straight.

Judith lets out a huff, squirming against your body. You readjust her in the wrap to make her comfortable again, but if she’s getting restless, then it’s only a matter of time before she throws a fit. You hum to her for a few minutes, watching for the next entrance to the neighborhood.

You figured out the trick to covering as much distance as possible, and it’s traveling at night while she’s sleeping. Unfortunately, you think you’re running out of that luxury, the longer you take, the farther away the group might be getting. They’re probably accepting the fate that Judith’s already dead, and you’re somewhere buried in the rubble back at the prison.

You haven’t slept since yesterday afternoon, and you can’t really afford to stop again. However, as much as it sucks, you need to stop to rest for an hour for Judith’s sake. If you let her out of the wrap for a little while, then she might be able to go on for longer tonight.

You cross through the grass, heading for the third house in the neighborhood. The streets are relatively clear, if you don’t count the fall leaves that cover the concrete. There’s not a single walker to be seen nearby, so you have high hopes that the houses are going to be pretty empty.

“It’s okay, Judith.” You murmur, supporting the back of her head with your hand while you wander up the porch steps. You take in the outside of the house as you get closer, like the fact that the windows are still intact, which is a good sign. You can see through the front window that there’s curtains inside, it’ll allow you to hide you from the outside. It’s almost a perfect place to stay.

The doorknob is cold to the touch, and you half expect it to be locked, but it’s not, it’s just stiff against the doorframe as if it hasn’t been moved since the beginning of the apocalypse. You use your shoulder to force it open a little quicker. You close it gently.

The house is quiet, leading you to believe that it’s empty, but you’re not dumb enough to believe that. You slam your hand on the wall a few times, hoping to stir any walkers that might be lurking inside of the house.

While you wait for them to come out, you make your way through the house, occasionally knocking on surfaces, pausing to listen, and continuing. Every room you pass through seems clean and preserved. There must be only one walker here, because by the time you’ve made it through the first floor, it’s made itself known by banging on a door upstairs. You finish your sweep, moving into the living room to close the curtains before going upstairs.

The bedrooms are all empty, the exception being the noise that’s coming from what seems to be a closet. You go into the master bedroom to lay Judith in the middle of the bed while you take care of the walker. It’ll only be for a minute, she can survive being alone.

You shut the door behind you, heading straight for the closet. As you pull out your knife, you position yourself behind the door. That way you’ll be able to kill it from behind while it stumbles forward. You carefully reach forward, turning the knob and jerking back as it hazardously swings open.

Just as you thought the lone walker comes out, fingers bending at awkward angles as it moves forward, searching for the source of the noise. You bump the door out of the way, plummeting your knife into the back of its head. Its knees buckle, immediately falling forward. You struggle to get your fingers untangled from its greasy hair in time.

You’re entirely too slow, accidentally pulling a chunk of it out. You let out a closed-mouth shrill noise, flinging it across the room. You watch as it hits the wall, and refuses to fall further than that. You press your lips together, wanting to gag at the sight, but instead you reach forward, pulling your knife out of the back of its head.

Leaving the body where it is, you head over to the bathroom to wipe off your knife and your hands. As you’re digging through the drawers and cupboards, you come across baby wipes and a bottle of hand sanitizer, which you proceed to dump on your hands. The baby wipes are a lost cause, every single one of them’s dry. You dump the package into the trash can by the toilet, and leave to go to the master bedroom.

Already, the stench of the rotting corpse is filling the air. You’ve gotten used to the smell to some degree, but not well enough to be able to ignore it completely. You open the door to the bedroom to find that Judith hasn’t moved an inch.

She’s awake, though, and stares as you get closer. It’s probably about time you change her and give her a bottle, let her relax some before you leave the house and get back on the road again. First things first, you need to check to see if there’s any baby supplies in the house.

For the most part, you’ve already searched the entire downstairs. There wasn’t any formula from what you saw, but that doesn’t mean there’s not anything else. Other people could’ve passed through and left something behind. Besides, the baby wipes were a sign of hope to you.

You check the master bedroom first, since you’re here. You go through the closet, the dresser and even the nightstand. There’s nothing that could be useful, not even a bottle of ibuprofen. You scoop Judith into your arms as you move into the next room, hoping it’ll be different.

This one seems to be staged as a guest bedroom, so you’re not all that surprised when you toss it and find nothing in here, either. The third and final bedroom seems to have belonged to a little girl. The walls are painted a light lavender, there’s a Barbie house in one corner, a toy chest overflowing with dolls and stuffed animals alike on the opposite side.

You search the dresser drawers, finding clothes that are entirely too big for Judith. If you had to guess the girls’ age, it couldn’t be more than three years old. When you open up the closet, you’re met with nothing that’ll help you. Just a bag of toy accessories that are small enough to choke on, and when you pull down an old box, you’re met with a faceful of dust, and nothing even remotely helpful inside of the box.

Judith sneezes, you use your sleeve to brush the dust off of her face.

Well, the good news is that you still have enough supplies to carry you to Terminus. All you have to do is hope that they’ll have something for you there. Or if Rick is there, he’ll be able to step up and take over completely. He might have stopped going out on run’s altogether back at the prison, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a clue on where to find said supplies.

Back in the master bedroom, you shut the door and lock it, laying Judith on the bed. You check the windows, pop the lock, and push it open. It’s wide enough for you to make a quick escape if you need to. For good measure, you kick out the screen that keeps bugs from coming inside. You’d rather be safe than sorry, and the less noise you make on the way out, the better.

You change Judith, prepare her a lukewarm bottle of milk, and then sit on the bed while you feed her. An hour, that’s all you can afford to relax. If you keep walking, then you think you might make it to Terminus by tonight. You’re not sure how they’ll react if you walk up during the early hours of the morning.

Once you’re done feeding Judith, you rub her back for a few minutes to get her used to the sensation. And then you throw a shirt over your shoulder as you get to burping her. You’ve watched Beth and Rick do it a hundred times, and you’ve done it so many times in the past couple of days, too. You’re supposed to do it during the feeding, which you usually do, but since this is such a small bottle, you decided to wait until the end.

When you’re done, you decide to lay on the bed, carefully positioning Judith on your chest in the hope that she’ll fall asleep faster. You rub her back slowly, staring at the ceiling. You’ll be lucky if she even goes down, especially with how often you’ve been forcing her to sleep lately. You can’t help it.

You close your eyes, thinking about how your arrival at Terminus will go. They’ll probably greet you at the gate, get you situated somewhere comfortable. You’ll ask about Rick, or any small groups that seem to have arrived one after the other lately. And then they’ll lead you straight to your friends, whom you’ll coordinate your next steps with.

It’s right around the corner…

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The sound of the front door being slammed off its hinges wakes you with a terrifying start. An instant shot of adrenaline hits your body as you move to sit up. You manage to catch Judith before she slides off your chest from the speed you sit up at, blinking rapidly to get the static to go away.

You don’t move just yet, though, listening for another noise to confirm you’re not hearing things. You can see golden sunbeams on the bedroom door, telling you that it’s no longer morning, and it’s creeping into night already. You fell asleep thinking about Terminus and your group, and it was for far much longer than an hour.

The sound of several men laughing downstairs is enough for you to get moving. You carefully lay Judith down on the bed, turning to the baby wrap that’s laying on top of your backpack. You yank it onto your body, trying to tie it securely but quickly, because you will not be caught dead in front of these men.

As you’re putting Judith into the sling, you can hear heavy boots against the wooden stairs. You fix her leg, tucking her head against your chest. You slide open the window, throw your backpack onto the roof, and then scramble over the nightstand to get out of it. You move the screen out of the sight of the window, and shut it for good measure, hurrying to get out of sight.

This creates a new problem on how you’re going to get down. If it were just you, you’d break your legs jumping down onto a semi-soft surface, and then you’d get to running. You have Judith strapped to your body, and even though it would be easiest to go through the house to get out the front door, there’s no way you’ll make it that entire length without fucking up somehow. Whether that be from Judith making a noise, or someone catching you.

You wander along the roof, surveying the areas where you can leave. From what you can tell, the entire group of men are inside of the house. You don’t have to worry about them being outside, for now. Which leaves only one option on how you’re going to get out of here; jumping onto the porch.

You crouch by the front of the house, slowly pulling the backpack off of you, and throwing it down. Most of the important stuff inside of the bag, like food and water, are packaged so that there’s no chance that you’ll waste what’s inside. You were smart enough to do that to her formula after the first sticky situation you came across.

You move the scarf wrap so that it’s holding Judith’s head in place, hoping that it’s enough support. You sit, and then scoot, and hang your legs over the side of the roof, gritting your teeth at the strain and the idea of jostling Judith too much. You let go with one hand, and have enough time to grab Judith before you fall the rest of the way, knees hitting the painted wood painfully hard.

Judith doesn’t cry, and since you can still feel her breathing on your chest, you stand to leave. In that same moment, you can see that the group of men decided to open the living room curtains, allowing them to see the outside. You freeze long enough for you to have a brief staring contest with one of the men inside.

It was almost a perfect escape.

You turn to leave, hearing him shouting inside. You nearly trip down the porch stairs twice, and barely grab your backpack as you take off running, the front door slamming open once again. Once the backpack is secured on your shoulders, straps pulled tight, you hold Judith’s head while you run deeper into the neighborhood.

It’s fairly diverse, and the further you go, the more walkers you come across. You dodge them, weaving between houses and beaten down backyards. They’re yelling at you, what they’re going to do when they catch you. You grit your teeth, panting heavily as you head in one direction, and then switch to throw them off.

It’s a home stretch when you find the woods, flat-out disappearing inside of them. You hope that the sun sets a little faster, because once the light is gone, it’ll be harder for them to find you, and since they use flashlights, it’ll be easier for you to see them.

You alternate between running and walking for another hour, trying to find your way back to the train tracks. Eventually you’re forced to stop again to change Judith and set her up for another bottle. You crouch next to a tree, leaning on it for support. Judith sits on your thigh facing away while you pat her back, burping her again.

She’s fussy because of all the jostling from the running, you can’t be mad at her for it. It just means that you’ll have to take it slow from now on and wait for her to fall asleep, if she’ll even do that. You let her sleep when you took that nap yourself, she’s probably not going to go back down.

You close your eyes, letting your head hang. It can’t be that long to Terminus. You’ll walk along the tracks until you find a map, and from there you’ll calculate how far away you must be.

That’s exactly what you do. You hold Judith in your arms, quietly humming songs to her while you walk through the trees, keeping an eye out for the tracks. You can see an abandoned train car, which you make a beeline for immediately. On the outside wall, there’s a map with the path you’re taking highlighted in pink.

You’re closer to the trainyard than you thought you were, but it’s still going to be a while until you reach it. From here, you need to follow the tracks, they’ll lead you right to Terminus.

The walk there is quiet and eerie. The sun sets the rest of the way, allowing the night creatures to come out. There’s owls and crickets to fill the silence, you’re somewhat grateful for. It’s when the wolves start howling, do you grow nervous about what else might be around you. You take the chance of walking directly on the tracks after that.

You have to take several breaks to keep Judith from screaming her head off. She’s growing tired of you walking for hours on end. You wish she could understand that you’re not doing this to her on purpose. You wish so badly to lay down and go to bed like normal for once, instead of fucking up your sleep schedule. If you could afford to, you would.

You didn’t realize that the group that’s been following you had been so close. You thought that they were further behind, especially because they kept dicking around in every area they passed through. You thought that because of how long you’ve been traveling in the night that it would put them hours behind.

In the early hours of the morning, when the sun begins to rise again and the sky is turning a lighter shade of navy, you decide to sit down for an hour. You take care of Judith, pinching yourself when you feel the exhaustion dawning on you. You can’t afford to sleep. The Terminus maps are getting more popular, so you have to be getting closer.

You stretch, and eat the last of the food that you’ve been saving. You’ve been drinking out of a jug of water over the past week, and it’s basically done for. It’s the same water you’ve been using for Judith’s bottles. You’re surprised it didn’t run out days ago, and it might have something to do with the fact that you’re drinking out of it sparingly, hoping to avoid going back into another grocery store.

You pick Judith up, and get back to walking for the rest of the day. Despite the fact that it’s getting colder at night, it’s done nothing in the daytime. You’ve got the sun beating down on the side of your face for most of the day, causing a nasty headache to form that only goes away when you relax your face. Which is hard to do with the sun.

It’s a miserable circle.

By the afternoon, you’ve begun to drag your feet, wanting to take another break. You push through because of the last map, telling you that you’re only a couple of miles away now. Judith continues to squirm uncomfortably, making you wince and readjust her, only for her to return to the position.

You stop to change her, and use the last of the water on another bottle that you give her while you walk. She manages to spit up half of it back up and on your shoulder, causing you to pull off your shirt to change into the spare. She begins to cry after that, probably expecting you to stop and take a longer break, rather than ignoring the fact that your favorite shirt was ruined by baby spit up.

You bury it in the leaves. What else are you supposed to do with it? Wash it? As if you have time for that anymore.

The sun is coming back down when you finally see the fencing through the trees. For the first time in several days, energy and excitement bubble up inside of you. You support Judith in the wrap as you walk faster, eager to see the building that you’ve been walking days to see.

However, as you get closer, you begin to realize that the smoke in the air is coming from the trainyard. Your fingers lace through the fence, face screwing at the sight of Terminus. It’s an eerily familiar sight to a place you lost only a week before. It’s a replica of the prison.

The building is on fire, attracting walkers. The dead are all shuffling inside, trampling over the fence that once protected the place. You can even hear the faint sound of gunfire, the owners trying to protect the place that they had been living in. It’s clear that something bad happened here, and all you can do is hope that your prison group wasn’t inside when it happened.

You can’t help the sigh that leaves your mouth, and you struggle to blink away the tears of frustration when they spring into your eyes. What are you supposed to do now? This was your goal, this was supposed to be the end of you traveling alone. You have Judith, who’s growing increasingly difficult to take care of, since you can’t even do it properly, and you’ve got a group that’s been tailing you for days now. They’re probably not even that far away. It’s only a matter of time before they find you.

You sniff, and wipe away a stray tear, turning away from the fence. You shuffle back to the tracks, because there might have been something that you missed. You stopped paying attention because you were trying so hard to keep your eyes open to be alert if a walker came around. There’s a chance that your group did come through and left a sign for stragglers.

At this point, anything would be better than nothing.

The hushed sound of voices brings you to a stop, already turning to run. You lower yourself to the ground first, trying to peer through the trees. You need to make sure that it’s the group that’s been on you. You saw a good number of their faces back at the house.

You catch sight of curled hair, the man turns his head enough for you to see the side of his face. The stubble that covers the lower half of his face, the scowl that his mouth is twisted into. It’s a familiar face—it’s your familiar face.

You can’t help leaping to your feet at the sight, starting toward him, “Rick!”

He’s wearing a brown jacket that you don’t recognize, a hard look on his face. He turns stiffly, hands prepared on the automatic in his hands. He’s not the only one you can see from your group. There’s more—everyone. Everyone is here from what you can tell.

A smile breaks over Rick’s face at the sight of you, arms opening to embrace you. You wrap one arm around his body, fighting the sob that’s trying to make its way out of you. You thought that you weren’t going to see him again.

“(Y/n).” Rick murmurs into your hair.

You don’t want to, but you pull away from the hug, grabbing Judith out of the wrap so that he can see her. He’s confused for a moment, it’s not registering, and then his face smooths over, mouth falling open.

“Judith.” He takes her from you.

Carl lets out a choked noise, coming forward to see his baby sister.

“I grabbed her.” You hold onto his jacket, “I’ve been taking care of her, but she hasn’t been making it easy.”

He lets out a laugh, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and letting Carl take her when he reaches. You open your mouth to speak again, when Rick pulls you closer, and then presses his lips to yours.

The movement happens too fast, and you’re barely registering the fact that he’s kissing you for the first time, and his lips are so warm, and you’re so happy that you found him, when he’s pulling away. He doesn’t move too far, only enough for him to speak, whispering against your lips, “Thank you.”

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Plot: Some days, it felt like the weight of the world rested on Rick’s shoulders. The night after the farm fell was no exception. (Season 2)

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none!

A/N: I am the biggest daryl girlie ever but something just came over me last night. seriously. I wrote this in like 2 hours...

this fic is for mr. ricky dicky doo da grimes... hes so fine, hes so troubled... just my type. also, listen to macabre by land of talk. its soooo rick (especially in this fic <3)

@belatalbotgf + @finalgirlrick this is for u <3

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“Hey.”

The smile you offered was halfhearted, at most.

Rick nodded, even if the acknowledgement seemed to drain him of his last drop. As you kneeled by his side, you heard a brief mumble under his breath, and your throat tightened an inch.

He was always so strong and commanding, as if every hardship he’d ever faced built him up higher and higher, making him a better man. Tonight, it seemed that the weight of the lives of his family— of the world, sometimes it felt like— had torn him down. Even if he refused to show it in front of the others. But after the farm had been so brutally forced away from you all just last night, and his best friend’s body, ripped apart by his knife, left to rot in that burning field, you couldn’t believe any bravado he put on.

You offered a moment of peace— if he’d take it— when you told him, “Go to bed. I’ll finish the rest of your shift.”

Rick glanced to the side, his red-rimmed eyes flickering over your tepid expression. The indifference you tried to cast along your features seemed forced, the slight perk of your smile an attempt to get him to just go rest already. And it wasn’t just you that was failing to hold up a mask. Rick’s eyes had sunken from exhaustion, his lip almost swollen from the way he’d been biting it so often. There was a slight redness around his brow bone, just barely distinguishable from the smears of walker blood down his face, where he’d been no doubt rubbing his temples ever since he left the group to the aftermath of their new roles and of his new leadership role.

He seemed so different from the man who’d been commanding his authority just hours ago that it made your heart sink. And if it hadn’t been for that band of silver on his left hand, shining under the moonlight, you might’ve reached out to brush away the worry carved into his forehead, or pass a strand of those messy curls between your fingers.

“I— ‘M alright,” he muttered, turning to stare ahead at the dark road ahead, instead of you.

“You’re not,” you sighed, “you don’t have to be, either.”

He shook his head, immediately snapping, “I do.”

You leaned forward to better place yourself in his eyesight. “We all lost something back there. Not just the farm. But you lost…” you paused for a moment, sympathy draining you too. You swallowed. “You lost your best friend tonight. Your home. Maybe even…”

His eyes snapped back to you, narrow and incredulous. But you didn’t even have to finish the thought for him to know what you meant. He read it on you, the way your eyes flickered down to his hands, painted with blood and regret pooling along the tan line of his ring.

Maybe even your wife.

“I’m sorry. There’s not much space for privacy anymore.”

The scene that had unfolded in front of you all wasn’t exactly subtle. Lori had followed Rick after he dropped that bomb about the infection swimming in everyone’s bloodstream, and while the others were left in the dust to come to terms with their own inevitable mortality, your eyes lingered on the couple ahead. They were just out of earshot, but the sight alone was enough to tell you that something, probably the admission of Shane’s murder that you later heard from Rick himself, had torn the last string holding their marriage together. Just as it had ripped Lori from the affectionate hug of his back, made her fold over and grab her chest, even flinch when Rick tried to reach out to her.

He sighed, like the mere breath in his lungs was too much to carry.

“I had to,” he justified, needlessly, “you saw…”

“I know,” you interrupted him, “you don’t need to explain yourself to me.”

The mask slipped then, for both of you, and Rick once again read every thought along your tautly drawn lips and steady gaze. There was something there, buried under the guise of obedience and survival; a weight of protection and trust that, for some reason, felt as light as a feather placed on his shoulders. There was no malice or skepticism laced behind your eyes that he found once too many in the others, even his own wife’s. Only certainty.

Rick was a good man. You’d bet your life on it. And he was a damn good leader, too.

“I— I can’t sleep,” he finally admitted.

“I don’t know if anyone’s gonna be sleeping tonight,” you sighed, curling deeper into your denim jacket as if there was a pool of warmth hiding for you there. There wasn’t.

Rick watched your fingers link, the way your shoulders raised to meet your jaw, as you tried to stay warm.

“We’ll find something. We will. I don’t know how or when, but there's gotta be something else.” He finally looked back to the road.

“There will be. But tonight was about keeping this group together and you did that. That’s not an easy task, and it won’t ever be. I know you’re tough, I mean, you basically came back to life from that coma,” you chuckled, even pulling a low scoff from Rick, “but that doesn’t mean you’re made of stone.”

The moonlight was low tonight, perhaps clouded by the lingering puffs of smoke lifting off the barn’s orange flames— you’d been traveling all day, and yet, the farm and its danger felt like it was just behind you. But sitting here with Rick, watching the way his eyes lost their incessant anger and panic even under the dim light of the moon, made everything feel a bit brighter. Like there was hope, after all. Your own words, spoken with such genuine trust and understanding, reinforced your conviction that those feelings had been placed in the right man’s hands. And from the look of Rick’s expression, the way his pink lips parted ever so slightly, and how he inhaled a breath of crisp night air deep enough to fill his chest, you thought he might’ve felt it too.

“You deserve to rest, Rick,” you whispered, “even if you can’t yet.”

Ever so slowly, a smile perked up his lips. “What happened to the girl I found hiding in a mop closet?”

“Well, she met Rick Grimes,” a cloud of mist surrounded you when you laughed, too warm for the night’s frigid air. Then your voice softened, like your smile, “and I guess he made her realize there was more to this world than just surviving.”

God, you could still see the shock painted on his face when he realized that gun held tight in his hand wasn’t aimed at a walker’s head, but yours. Even if terror had struck in your heart in that brief moment following the lower of his trusty colt python and the raise of his hands, you still thought about that first time your eyes locked on his— more often then you should’ve.

Now, it was different, of course. He’d never dream of pointing a gun at you and you’d never hide from him again. And yet, his smile fell an inch from your words, replaced with a look that screamed of hiding— only it was Rick this time, holding something back from the way his throat muscles tightened and his eyes slightly narrowed on you.

That smoke from the barn must’ve traveled far because your mouth had gone dry and you could barely breathe anymore.

A brush of wind made the trees rustle and both your heads snapped forward. A beat of silence passed, waiting to see if there was more noise to be had. A moan or snapping branch. But nothing came.

You cleared your throat, “So, you taking me up on my offer, or what?”

Rick looked down at his hands, then shook his head, gently. His eyes flickered back to yours, and then across the spots of walker blood painting your skin.

“Nah. I think ‘m good here.”

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A/N: first rick fic!! yay! there might be more on the horizon…

if you’re reading this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this fic. please feel free to leave feedback, it helps so much and I love to read it. have a lovely day <3

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thewalkingthread · 6 months

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"He's Mine" - R.G.

pairing: rick grimes x f!reader

summary: s4 ep16. Joe's group finds you in the woods. reader is the one targeted instead of Carl

warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of sexual assault, blood, gore

a/n: this scene is my Roman Empire

You were tired, exhausted from the day's journey. It's been three days since the attack at the prison. Three days since you've seen most of your family. You were lucky enough to have found Rick and Carl after everything went down, even luckier when Michonne came knocking on the front door of the house you were hiding out in.

It was nighttime now, you sat in the front seat of a rundown truck while Carl laid down in the backseat. It was unlikely that you'd get much sleep being so vulnerable in the open right now but Rick and Michonne insisted that you get some rest.

Your eyes stayed on the pair as they sat on a log off the side of the road. Every so often Rick would look into the truck, his eyes locking on yours before he returned back to his conversation with Michonne.

Things with Rick has always been a bit confusing for the both of you. It was clear from the moment you met that there was something there between you. Of course, nothing ever came out of it. He was married and desperately trying to fix the brokenness in his family.

Now that Lori has passed, it's been even weirder. Neither one of you wanted to make the first move and burst the safety bubble you were in, in terms of friendship. Nonetheless, you both knew you cared for one another deeply.

Your eyes dart to the woods when you see movement. Your heart drops as you see a few men creeping in the trees, eyes directly on Rick and Michonne. You knew what was about to happen. You weighed your options. You could scream and warn them, but you had no idea how many of them there were, nor do you know their intentions.

You guys are incredibly unarmed, nothing good would come out of this.

"Carl." You mumble quietly, trying not to make it obvious that you weren't alone in the truck. You have no idea how many of them are our there, no idea how many people were looking at you right now.

Carl stirred and grumbled slightly at your call, you shush him immediately.

"Carl, I need you to very slowly and quietly lay down on the floor of the truck. Keep the blanket over you completely." You mumble. "There are people surrounding us. I need you to hide until me or your dad tell you to come out. Do you understand me?" Your heart raced as you saw the men creep out from the treeline.

Carl quietly did what you said. "Y/N? What's happening?" He was scared. Carl tries his best to keep up with his dad and be a man, but he's still just a boy. It's a scary world now.

"Everything will be okay. Stay hidden, no matter what you hear, okay? Promise me." Your breathe hitched.

"I promise."

That was the last thing he said before one of the men shoved his gun against Rick's temple. You jumped in your seat as another man smacked on the window next to you. You tried your best to avoid glancing back at Carl.

The man grinned at you through the mirror, the creepiest grin you've ever seen. You couldn't hear what the other men were saying to Rick, but eventually a few more men came into view.

The creep tapped on the window, licking his lips as he stared.

Daryl strolled up to the group, it looked like they knew each other?

"Joe!" Daryl yelled, giving a name to the mystery man. You could tell he was trying to talk down the man that held a gun to Rick's head. It looked like whatever Daryl was saying was working, the man still held his gun against Rick but it looked like he was thinking about what Daryl was saying. All hope and relief you felt when your eyes met his vanished when two men grabbed Daryl, punching and kicking him.

Your heart drops as the other man throws Michonne to the ground. The door of the truck swings open and you pray that Carl is brave enough to be silent.

The man grabs you roughly, pulling you out of the truck before patting you down and throwing your pocket knife a few feet away. You fought to wiggle out of his grip but he pushed you against the ground faster than you could blink.

"Shhh.." He says into your ear. "We're gonna have some fun, sweets."

"Leave her be!" You could hear Rick yell over all the commotion. The grunts of Daryl filled your ears as he got punched and kicked only a few feet away from you.

The man on top of you was chuckling as you tried to fight him off, clawing at him and squirming to get out from underneath him.

"Listen, it was me. It was just me." Rick grumbles to Joe.

"See, now that's right. That's not some damn lie." Joe chuckles. "Look, we can settle this. We're reasonable men."

"Get off of me you sick bastard!" You shout, spitting at the man. His hands found it's way to your chest and you screamed as he touched you.

"First, we're going to beat Daryl to death. Then the girl. Then when Dan finishes having his fun with that one over there, we'll all have a turn." The smugness in his voice was deafening.

"Then I'm going to shoot you and then we'll be square." Laughter leaves Joe's body.

"Let her go." Rick says again, as your being turned onto your stomach.

You wanted to cry as Dan pressed your face into the dirt. The pain was forgotten as the sound of his belt buckle clanking rang through your ears.

"This is going to be a whole lot worse for you if you don't stop fighting." Dan grunts into your ear, pressing against your butt. Sobs begin to leave your mouth as reality of what was about to happen sets in.

There was no hope.

The man tugs at your jeans, trying to pull them down.

A gun fires. Everyone seems to pause for a moment. Dan stops for a moment and you take the opportunity to look up, praying that none of you were hit by the bullet.

You see Rick take a swing at Joe before Joe hits him right back, knocking him to the ground. Dan immediately goes back to what he was doing, trying to rip your clothes off of you. You reach for you pocket knife that was just out of reach.

Your cries filled at air when Dan pins you down once again.

"What the hell are you gonna do now, sport?"

Then a squelching sound fills the air before a body thuds to the ground. This time everyone freezes in surprise. You look back at Rick to see him completely covered in blood from his nose to his chest. He spits out blood and skin and your eyes fall onto Joe's limp body on the ground, blood gushing out of his throat.

Fuck.

Michonne doesn't waste a beat as she grabs a gun and shoots the guy holding her before taking out the ones that held Daryl.

Dan is on his feet in seconds once he realizes he's the only one left. He pulls you up, pressing against you as he holds a knife to your throat.

"I'll kill her. I'll- I'll kill her!" He shouts as Michonne points the gun at him.

"Let her go!" She demands.

Rick pulls a knife out of Joe, standing up and balancing himself. His eyes lock onto Dan, it was almost like he had tunnel vision. He pants.

"He's mine."

Rick takes a few strides towards you and you feel Dan's grip on you loosen as he's consumed with fear. He pushes you forward, staring to beg Rick for mercy.

Daryl catches you from hitting the ground as you watch Rick stab Dan over and over again. Michonne stands by you, trying to block your view of the slaughter.

"Carl." You whisper, realizing that he was still tucked inside the truck. "C-carl." You wiggle out of Daryl's grip, running to the truck and swinging the back door open.

You could see Carl's figure shaking underneath the blanket. "Carl." You say again. "Come on out, it's okay." You whisper. Slowly he peaks his head out, once his eyes meet yours, his body instantly relaxes and he's pushing himself off the ground and throwing himself into your arms.

You, Carl and Michonne stayed in the truck for the rest of the night while Daryl and Rick stayed outside. Nobody talked. Rick looked to be in his head.

Carl laid on across the back seat, his head resting on my lap. You tried to lull him to sleep but it was clear that nobody would be getting a blink of sleep after what just played out.

When the sun started to rise you asked Michonne to take your place, not wanting Carl to be alone. Daryl had gone out to scout the area.

You poured some water onto a clothe and sat down in front of Rick, settled between his legs but leaving enough space to make it appropriate.

His eyes flickered to yours as you wiped the blood off his face.

“Should’ve saved the water.” His voice was hoarse. You shook your head, trying your best to clean him.

“He shouldn’t see you like this.” You say calmly, wiping his hands clean once his face and neck were clean. Rick watched you intently.

“Are you okay?” His voice softens as he asks. You clear your throat, flashbacks of last night playing through your head. Ricks clean hand reaches up and his thumb rubs your cheek softly.

You were able to catch sight of your face in the car mirrors. Red scuff marks littered your face where you were pressed into the ground.

“I’m okay, it’s not that bad.” You shrug. Rick stared into your eyes, his hands still holding your face.

“Are you okay?” He asks again, really holding your gaze. Your chest tightens and you know you won’t be able to fight the tears.

Rick let’s go of your face but pulls your body into his immediately. You let the tears fall as he held you. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered in your ear. “I will never let anything happen to you. Ever.” He kept apologizing, his voice cracking every so often.

“You’re safe.” He says. “You’re safe with me.”

And you knew that he was telling the truth.

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lilgoblinbitch · 15 days

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Gossip 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

rick grimes x fem!reader

a/n: i based this fic on this post here! i might make a part 2 because i have some ideas in the back of my head of how i think this story could end up going eventually, but idk if i will write it yet. we'll see! also i made up the two random alexandrians in this story :)

summary: rick overhears you and some alexandrian women gossiping, and he decides to confront you.

warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption (reader gets drunk).

wc: 1.5k

“Spencer does not like me, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You scoffed, taking another sip of the pinot. This was your second glass, and your head was starting to buzz.

Two Alexandrian women became well acquainted with you, offering you a bottle of wine and some dinner after your first week in Alexandria. You decided “why the hell not.” You never really had great friends before the apocalypse and the only ones you had were the group you came in with, so it wouldn’t harm you to make more.

“Oh honey, did you not notice the way he was ogling you at Deanna’s party?” One of them asked — her name was Shannon. The other woman, Vivian, slightly chuckled, taking one last swig from her glass. She nodded, muttering something in agreement.

You sighed. “Even if he was checking me out, it’s not like I care anyway...”

The two women paused simultaneously, looking up at you with ‘bitch, HUH?’ written on their faces. “Y/n, Spencer is a beautiful man! He’s tall, handsome, and he’s around your age I believe,” Vivian gushed. You scowled, displeased at the comment.

You took another gulp from your glass, emptying the contents down your gullet and then setting it on the kitchen island. After licking your lips clean, you said, “Well, frankly, I don't really care if I’m being quite honest.” Your mind swirled with inebriated thoughts; you sort of had a love-hate relationship when it came to alcohol — it either made you perfectly giddy and sociable or very angsty and erratic. But that’s what it did to most people, anyway. Right now, it was making you angsty. “I have someone else on my mind.”

“Oh, my! Okay, who is it?” Shannon asked, her and Vivian both on the edge of their chairs anticipating what you were about to say — well, what they expected you to tell them, that is.

You thought for a moment; should you tell them? It seemed like they lived for that kind of gossip. But that could mean that they might spill your secret, and you weren't exactly ready for that. “I’ll tell you another time. I’m tired, gonna head to bed,” you stated, yawning as you got up from the stool you were seated on. The two women groaned in disappointment, like children who failed to convince their parents to take them to disney world.

After your friends left you strutted out of the kitchen, about to head upstairs when you heard a door open and shut. Instinctively you ran back to the kitchen to grab a knife to defend yourself from a possible intruder or walker, but before you could your body collided with something, or rather someone.

You cursed and looked up at the culprit; it was none other than Rick Grimes. “Rick, what the fuck! I could have stabbed you!” You scolded him, picking up the knife that clattered on the ground.

“You forget we live together?” He teased, taking a step back to get a good look at you. Your eyes were glassy and eyelids heavy — a telltale sign that you were drunk. Rick had experience pulling over a few drunkards back in his day as a cop, so he knew immediately without even having to smell the alcohol oozing from your breath that you weren’t sober.

You pushed a strand of hair out of your face, swallowing the excess saliva forming in your mouth. You mentally scolded yourself for drooling over a man, but this one was just too beautiful to not gawk at. The sound of Rick clearing his throat snapped you out of your trance and brought you back to reality. “No, no. I didn’t forget. I just…”

“You’re just drunk, right?” He chuckled, turning his head to look at the empty bottle of wine sitting on the dining room table. You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of your lip while trying to think of a plausible excuse.

“Look, I only had two glasses. Shannon and Vivian from a few houses down brought us a casserole and some pinot. Girls’ night. Sue me, Rick.” You slipped past him and headed to the kitchen, Rick hot on your tail. “There’s leftovers in the fridge, if you or Carl want any,” You said without turning around. When you got to the kitchen sink you started washing the dishes, but you frowned slightly, looking back up at Rick with worrying eyes.

“Shit. Did I wake the kids? Is that why you’re down here?” You turned off the faucet, wiping your hands hastily on a dry towel.

Rick shook his head. “No. Only I heard you. But you weren’t very quiet, and when I heard them leave that’s when I came down here,” he explained, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Your heart picked up its pace. ‘How much did he hear?’ You wondered. You pursed your lips and your eyes floated around the room, quite obviously avoiding his intense stare. He made you nervous. That sheriff always made you nervous, and part of the reason was because you were so utterly attracted to him.

Finally you brought your eyes back to his icy ones, which were studying your body. You blushed and bit your lip again — it was a nervous habit you could never seem to break. “You got a stain–” Rick pointed to the red stain on your shirt, just below your breasts, “Right there.”

You looked down at the stain, it was wine — dark red wine, at that. And you were wearing a white tank top. How convenient.

You looked back up at him, snorting in slight amusement. “Guess I shouldn’t have worn white, huh?”

He let out a low chuckle, showcasing his pearly smile. God, he was pretty. “Thought you knew better than that, Y/n,” he joked, standing back up fully to make his way over to you. Okay, now your heart was really beating fast.

When he was finally in front of you, face to face, you gulped. He smelled like the forest after a rainshower, and somehow he always did; it engulfed you like a tsunami. You berated yourself for getting so worked up over the smell of him, and just him in general. He was your leader, your friend. And he asked you to live with him and his children because he trusted you. Why were you acting like a cat in heat? ‘It’s the alcohol’, you convinced your mind, it had to be…

The silence was too loud. You had no idea what Rick was thinking right now; frankly, you never did. His poker face was always unreadable. But your tipsy brain gained a few confidence points, letting smugness wash over you.

“Whatcha thinking about, Grimes?” You shifted your weight to one leg and batted your lashes at the man in front of you. He only grinned, then glanced away momentarily only to stare back into your eyes.

“Y’know, I overheard the conversation,” Rick started, his chest steadily moving up and down as he breathed. One of his hands gripped the counter while the other was glued to his hip. Your eyes trailed up and down his tanned veiny arms, taking in his manliness.

“Mhm. And?” You kept your composure, not wanting to let Rick taunt you; you knew you talked pretty loud when you were tipsy or drunk but it’s not like you said anything negative about him or anyone.

“You girls like to gossip, huh?”

“Well, yeah. We’re women,” you joked, cracking a smile and trying to ease the tension a bit. “What are you trying to get at?” Rick never bothered to indulge in any girl gossip you, Rosita, and Maggie used to partake in, so why was he so invested now?

Little did you know, he was always invested in literally anything you had to say.

Rick licked his lips and exhaled through his nose. “Heard you talking about liking someone. Is it anyone I know?”

He smirked when he noticed how red you turned. Your face would have matched the stain on your shirt if it was a few shades darker. “I– I don’t…” Of course now was the time to choke on your words, right when you were using every fiber of your being to keep your poise in check. But goddamnit, Rick just had to be a sly and cocky bastard.

“I don’t remember even saying anything about that, Rick.”

His smirk never faded. You wanted to slap it off his face, then kiss the hell out of him.

He tilted his head to the side a bit, furrowing his brows as if to challenge your statement. “Really?”

You nodded and crossed your arms right over the stain. ‘Deny, deny, deny,’ You repeated in your head.

But he didn’t buy your bullshit. He brought his hand to your cheek, fingers barely grazing your skin as if he was afraid he’d scare you away. Your breath hitched in your throat and subsequently dropped your arms to your sides, separating your lips to say something. However, nothing came out.

“Well, I think I know your secret, Y/n. Answer seems pretty clear to me.” His voice almost came out as a growl from how low and raspy it was. Goosebumps awakened all across the surface of your body. You were tongue tied.

“I’m the one on your mind, aren’t I?”

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l0vergirlwrites · 11 months

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our moments ; rick grimes

warnings: mentions of weapons, blood, death, swearing, some angst & a sweet slow burn

a few moments with rick throughout the time you’ve known each other that aided your slow burn:

1. early prison days

since you were new the group, it was hard fitting into their little family when you stumbled across them with tyrese & sasha after carl led you through the prison’s catacombs. despite your previous group leaving, going off somewhere else to call home, you stayed because your gut told you to.

you followed their orders & stayed clear of the group to focus on your daily tasks to prove that you’re person of your word until you were allowed to sleep in the same cell block as the rest of them.

one night when you decided to stay up & count the food rations in the main area, you didn’t expect someone to join you.

with a small gaslit lamp, a notebook & half a broken pencil, you were busy looking back & forth between the canned food & your paper until the metal door of the cell block creaked quietly. springing your head up, your body slightly relaxed when you saw the group’s leader begin to approach you.

“what are you doing?” rick asked you, bouncing judith up & down in his arms to calm her fussing.

taking a seat across from you at the circular metal table, you tucked your hair behind your ears & looked back at him. “just some food inventory,” you said looking around at the cans & bags of grain still left from the group’s last run.

“glenn mentioned that maggie & him were planning to do a run tomorrow, so i thought an updated inventory list would be helpful” your kind explanation made rick give you a tiny smile in approval.

“that’s nice of ya to do, thanks” he said while looking back between you & his daughter. the grip she had on his thumb made your heart swell. it was nice to see something full of love in a world where death crept everywhere.

“could i ask you something?”.

humming in response, rick lowered judith to his chest & focused on you.

“why have you kept me around?” the question lingered in the air.

scratching his chin, rick looked back at you & tilted his head a little, almost like he was analyzing you.

“you’ve proven yourself,” rick started. “you’ve shown your loyalty, you’ve gotten along with everyone & followed through with orders… & you’re pretty good with a gun & bow” he listed off a few reasons, seeing you grow a shy smile on your face.

it felt nice to know he approved you.

“the things you do—like staying up to do something that’ll help others tomorrow—is the kind of thing we need more of… sets a good example, shows you’re worth it” his voice grew more sincere as he spoke.

this was the first time you both have had a one-on-one conversation. it was nice.

“i was unsure about you…” he noted, your eyes flashing with worry for a moment.

“—but you’ve proven me wrong so far… keep doing that” giving you an encouraging boost of morale, he rose from his seat once he noticed judith getting sleepy, heading towards the metal door to leave you to it.

“thank you rick,” you called out softly, making him pause his movements. “really, thank you”

“you’re welcome… goodnight” he said looking back at you.

the gaze you both held ignited a small warm feeling. you both felt it, but ignored it.

“goodnight” you waved him off, sighing contently before getting back to your ration notes.

2. post prison

after the prison fell, you wound up alone & fearful in the woods. with the few items you had in your emergency bag, you were able to survive for a few days by sleeping in the high trees, tying your body to large branches so you wouldn’t fall.

but you were tired, going hungry, & your injuries were going to get worse if you didn’t find more medical supplies soon.

it was hard for you to get proper sleep when the friendships you’ve made with rick & the group keep you up at night. did they make it out? are any of them hurt? are they alone too?

the questions were endless.

but instead of wallowing, you knew you had to keep going. by using the tracking tricks daryl had taught you a few times when going on runs, you were hopefully making progress in tracking a decently fresh pair of boots that led to an abandoned neighborhood. you weren’t able to tell if they belonged to anyone you knew, but your gut was telling you to follow them.

the neighborhood was silent, alike many other ghost towns you’ve came across since the world fell apart, but it gave you a hopeful feeling as you pushed yourself to search the houses for anything, or anyone. old books, tvs, clothes, dead bodies, children’s toys—all covered by layers of dust, dried blood, flies & debris.

it took you a few houses to find a decently stacked medical kit, which you used to clean a few of your shallow cuts on your arms & cheek from getting bark burn. you also found a few canned goods which gave you some hope, but there was no sign that anyone from the prison had even been in the area yet.

when you reached the middle area of houses along the street, you heard a muffled sound of something falling, intriguing you to look further. slowly making your way up a set of porch steps, knife out & ready to use. you quietly scanned the front windows to see if anything was near the front of the house.

you expected walkers. you didn’t expect rick & carl.

as soon as you saw them, you felt immediate relief wash over you, overwhelming you to the point where you had tears welling in your eyes. so you knocked on the door & waited.

rustling. silence. mumbling. creaking.

the door opened cautiously, & behind it you saw a beaten up rick grimes looking at you with a smile. before either of you could say anything, carl was already rushing into your arms & holding you in a tight embrace, causing you to laugh as a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“hi—“

“—how did you find us?!” carl asked into your shoulder.

“i tracked. gut feeling” you sniffled as you held him tighter, your eyes melting into rick’s as his smile grew.

the way he looked at you spoke more than words could.

his blue eyes flashed “i missed you”

& yours flashed back “i missed you too”

after carl let you go & pulled you inside, locking the door, you & rick stood in front of each other for a moment, soft smiles present on your faces.

you were the first to initiate the hug.

“i’m glad you’re okay” you mumbled into his torn shirt, holding him tighter when you felt rick’s arms go around your shoulders.

“right back at ya” he whispered to you, leaning his head on-top of yours until you pulled away, getting a good look at him.

rick was beaten to a pulp with dirt & dried blood on his clothes & skin, along with a partial black eye near his swollen cheek.

“you look—“

“rough” carl says, causing you to turn to him & laugh.

turning back to rick, you pointed to your worn out backpack. “got some stuff to fix that” you smiled, following carl into the kitchen where you told him to sit so you could check him for injuries.

rick followed behind shortly, ghosting in the doorway as he looked at you bearing your own set of injuries, rushing your medical kit items out while carl updated you on what happened since the fall.

the way you treated carl with such care made rick feel that small warm feeling again. his gut was trying to telling him something. but he hasn’t pieced it together yet. & somehow, neither have you.

3. pre-terminus

“if you fall, i get the last kit-kat!”

“oh you’re so on!”

the train tracks to terminus, a so-called safe haven, were longer than anticipated. the journey was bound to take a couple days. but so far with you, rick & carl, it’s been pleasant.

you tried to keep carl entertained by balancing on the train tracks as rick stayed a head of you both, laughing at the childish energy emitting from your game.

“what’re you guys doing?” rick asked with a smile on his face, walking backwards now as he looked between you & carl with looks of concentration on your faces.

“winning” you replied, hearing carl scoff beside you as a rebuttal.

rick shook his head at both of you, turning around to keep his eyes out for any threats until he heard someone’s feet clash against the gravel.

“oh shit—“

“haha i win!”

turning his heard around again, rick saw you on the gravel with a playful pout on your face while carl was lifting his arms up in victory.

“fair is fair” you said while handing carl the kit-kat bar, smiling softly when you saw how happy he was to have it.

“we can share—“

“carl, you don’t have to—“

“fair is fair! take your half y/n”

taking a half of the kit-kat bar, you thanked the boy & looked towards rick, seeing him motion you to come forward.

once you were beside him, he called carl to come in front so he could keep an eye on him, then he went back to looking at you.

“thank you” rick said, nodding his head towards carl.

“you don’t have to thank me” you nudged his elbow with yours.

as rick looked ahead at his son still balancing on the train tracks, he sighed.

you & carl being friends is not a strange concept—the whole group, including rick, knew the small friendship. you got him comic books with michonne, & he made you origami figures in return. you looked out for him, & he looked out for you.

“you being here… i think it’s helping him cope with… ” you knew who was referring to… it was judith.

“rick,” placing a hand on his shoulder, you squeezed the material of his jacket. “i-i—“

“it’s okay,” he assured, tight lipped smile on his face as he relished your presence.

“i don’t think you should give up on her yet” you told him slowly, seeing him furrow his brows.

“why?” he asked quietly, trying to find any hope within himself to believe that his daughter is still out there, safe from harm.

“gut feeling” you said simply, seeing rick look he wasn’t sure if he should believe you.

“you always go with your gut?” he asked again, looking at you with an unreadable look on his face.

nodding your head, you told him yes. “its what made me stay at the prison… made me find you & carl, so yeah—i go with my gut”

“i might do the same then”

his words made you smile as you gave his shoulder one last squeeze, dropping your hand back into your coat pocket.

the rest of the walk was quiet, besides carl’s random questions you encouraged him to ask so he’d keep himself busy. rick often chimed in too, the three of you walking side by side until the forest welcomed you again.

the warm feeling came back again. it was growing stronger than before. but still, neither of you knew what it meant.

4. post-terminus

terminus was a huge lie. a total shit show. & it left the group feeling worse than the fall of the prison. you had found a small church to crash at, courtesy of gabriel, a priest that none of you could seem to trust much, but you needed shelter.

the group, along with a few new members named abraham, eugene & rosita, all gathered around the alter area under a few candles & ate from some of gabriel’s rations, everyone talking & catching up. it was nice to be reunited with the group of people you’ve come to love, even though not all of them survived.

you sat next to maggie, directly in front of rick, & watched him play with judith as he relished his reunion with his daughter. it made your heart swell with happiness to know your gut feeling was right, that judith was safe with tyrese & carol after all.

she’s been making grabby hands towards you & maggie for a while now, causing rick to laugh before nudging your foot with his.

“ya wanna hold her?” he asked, seeing you nod your head carefully as you scooted closer to rick, hands shaking slightly due to nerves because you’ve never held her before.

everyone continued their conversations, but maggie & glenn stared at you two with knowing looks on their faces because they saw something you & rick haven’t noticed yet.

once you were seated beside rick, your back against the wood of the altar, he slowly passed judith over to you & she immediately grabbed your hair, gently pulling on the strands as you held her in your lap. you talked to her in a hushed voice, smiling as you heard her giggle & point towards rick a few times.

“she likes ya” rick drawled, both of you smiling brightly as judith babbled on.

“y/n,” you looked to rick as he talked, your eyes shining in the amber coloured candle light—it made him feel the warm feeling again.

“yeah?” you questioned when he went silent again, wondering what questions were swirling around in his head.

his brows furrowed again, not in a confused way, but in a concerned one. “you okay?”

his voice was quiet, making it clear he wanted to have a somewhat private moment with you. you weren’t too sure what to say—you haven’t been fine since the world fell apart, hell—no has been. but since you’ve become a member of his group & built friendships with them, you felt good.

“it’s like a double sided coin,” you tried to explain, finding it hard to say your feelings with words.

“i hurt, i mourn, i’m exhausted… i feel far from okay in so many aspects i guess. but, i know i really am okay because the group’s here, you’re here…” the little admission made you let out a carefree smile, one which rick quickly returned & that warm feeling came back again like a magnet, pushing you too closer.

“as long as everyone is okay, then so am i”

your answer ignited a feeling in rick he hasn’t felt in a long time. it almost felt like lo—

“thank you for saving me earlier. that terminus guy was so close to—”

“hey,” he nudged you. “i got you, no need to thank me” rick assured, his tone sounding far from platonic but you brushed past it.

“right back at you” your chest started to getheavy the more you looked at him, making you feel nervous & warm.

comfortable silence took over the two of you until carl took judith from your lap, bringing you back into the groups’ conversations. you were surrounded by friends, but one of the them seemed to have the potential of being more than that.

5. early alexandria

alexandria was too good to be true. children could play outside with no hassle, the homes were more than luxurious, & the place wasn’t crawling with walkers in the walls. there was running water, soap, makeup, clothes, lots of food, & mattresses that weren’t filled with holes or mold.

it was paradise. but it felt almost like a trick.

after the lengthy interview process with deanna & all the orders on weapons, plus townspeople introductions, everyone was finding their own groove on how to adjust.

the first night felt like a shock to the system for everyone, especially due all the time the group spent on the road, having access to luxuries felt too weird. as the group eventually fell asleep, you stayed awake, staring at the ceiling until you couldn’t bear it.

getting up from your sleeping bag & carefully tiptoeing upstairs, you decided to explore the house for a while to escape your troubles. you went through the bedrooms, testing the lights, poking the mattresses & you eventually sat down on one to really test if it was real.

& it was.

the cushiony feel of the mattress felt like heaven against your body, making you lay down fully to really enjoy it. just as you sighed with comfort, you heard the door creak open, causing you to spring up & almost fall off the bed.

“it’s just me” rick said slowly, closing the door when you breathed out of relief.

“sorry, you scared me for a sec” with your hand clutching your heart, you brushed your messy hair behind your ears, like you always do, & patted the spot next to for rick to sit.

“what’re you doing up here?” he asked once he sat on the mattress, leaning his right arm back so he could turn his body towards you.

shrugging your shoulders, you played with the hem on the clean shirt deanna gifted you, “felt like exploring the place a bit”

giving you a tired smile, rick nodded his head, “not because you can’t sleep?”

“haha, no… definitely not” you replied sarcastically, hearing rick chuckle at your words.

rick thought you looked beautiful in this moment, seeing you in a new light. your skin was free from any debris & dirt, your hair was freshly washed & smelt like vanilla, you wore clothes that didn’t have any rips or thousands of patches—you looked more beautiful than he thought you could.

you thought rick looked nice all cleaned up, freshly shaven skin with no stubble in sight, his hair clean & not sticking down onto his forehead, plus his hands were finally dirt & blood free for once. rick looked nice, especially because you’ve never seen him like this before.

“i don’t know how long it’ll take for me to get used to you not having a beard” you said to break the silence, inviting soft laughs to break through you both as rick rubbed over his face again.

“god—i don’t even know if i’m used to it” he groaned with a smile, making your stomach flip in circles.

before you knew it, the space between you both was slowly dissipating; you didn’t realize your knee was touching his.

“you look nice though,” you complimented, eyes focused on the details of his face in the dark. “never seen you like this before… very handsome” rick hummed at your words, eyes raking over your face again before making eye contact.

“you look nice too… real pretty…” he trailed on. rick wasn’t sure what else to say to hide the fact he was at his breaking point. the magnet was pulling him closer, & he couldn’t turn away from it anymore.

you were hoping the lack of bright light helped to mask the way your cheeks were burning hot.

“do you think we can make this place work?” rick asked suddenly, switching the topic to something serious.

nodding your head almost immediately, your hand went onto of his. “i think so. you’ve led us through hell & back—“

shaking his head to make you pause, rick lifted his hand from yours only to grasp it, giving it a small squeeze. “no, not me—us… we… you & me— do you think we can make this place work… together?”

the reframing of his question made you wonder if your heart skipped a few beats.

you stared at him, eyes flashing “do you mean it?”

his flashed back with ease “i do”

looking towards your hand in his, your knee against his knee, the proximity between you two—

“yeah,” you finally answered. “i know we can make this work”

smiling until your ears hurt, you felt rick gave your hand another squeeze as your eyes glossed over, eyes not leaving his blue ones.

same old rick. same old feeling. that’s what it meant all this time.

“gut feeling?” he whispered. this felt right.

“yeah, gut feeling” you whispered back.

he couldn’t handle it any longer, neither could you. so he pulled you closer with his hand on your cheek & kissed you, slow & loving with no rush of what the next day will bring. there is so much pain in the world, but not in this room—not with him in this very moment as everything finally set into place.

rick taught you that home isn’t necessarily a place, it can be a person. & luckily for you both, home is wherever you both are, as long as it’s together.

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Soooo would you mind going on with the thingy you wrote earlier sweetie? I'm a bit horny and you are giving me too many ideas 😫💗

And he whispers into your ear “yeah, you like that? You liked being fucked while I’m covered in someone else’s blood? You’re a little slut aren’t you? Getting turned on by this nasty shit”

hey, baby! I just had to write this while it was still fresh in my mind. I really hope you have fun while reading this! If not, I'm sorry if it sucked🥺

summary - you had just watched rick rip a man's throat out with his teeth... resulting in you becoming horny at the worst possible time.

warning - smut, breeding kink, swearing, creampie, name-calling, death, murder, ripping a man's throat out, rubbing someone's clit with bloody ass fingers (wash your hands)

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You didn’t know how it had happened or how you had gotten into this position. One minute, a fight broke out, and you watched as Rick tore a man’s throat out with his teeth. The next, you find yourself bent over the bonnet of the car, your jeans torn from your body as the bloodied man buries his thick, throbbing member deep into your sopping cunt. Rick had to cover your mouth with his large, veiny hands to stop you from attracting something with your loud whimpers. He leans forward and whispers into your ear.

“Gotta be quiet, slut. Don’t want me to stop pounding your tight cunt to deal with a walker, do ya?” You whine, shaking your head as tears brim your eyes. “Course ya don’t. Ya don’t want anyone to know how much of a whore you are.” His pace picks up, and Rick slowly drags his cock out from your tight cunt, leaving the tip in only for him to thrust forward. With everything hard thrust, your walls clench tightly around him, sucking him back in. Rick grunts, “Here I am fucking you while covered in blood, and you don’t even care. You’re just too fucking turned on.”

You whimper, tears falling down your face as you violently clench around him, pushing yourself further into the dominant man. “Yeah, you like that?” He rasps, goosebumps now arising as his breath hits your skin. “You like being fucked while I’m covered in someone else’s blood?” Rick pounds harder, his grip tightening around your mouth as more sounds escape you. Your walls clench tightly as he mentions it again. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you? Getting turned on by this nasty shit!” His jaw clenches, gritting his teeth as your walls pulsate around him, sucking him deeper inside you.

Rick leans down to your neck, baring his teeth before latching onto your skin and sinking them into you. Your mind explodes as those teeth ripped a man’s throat out just moments ago, and now they are latched onto you. You whimper more, eyes rolling back as you begin to wiggle under him, pushing back into the feral man more. Rick pulls away, staring darkly at the teeth marks before whispering into your ear again. “Hmm, you liked when I ripped his throat out, baby? You wanting me to rip yours out? Your pretty little cunt keeps squeezing me at the thought, knowing I could kill you right now while I’m fucking you so deeply.”

Your mind has become fuzzy, and his name is the only word to fall past those whimpers. You press back into him harder, fucking yourself alongside his thrust, wanting to feel him deeper, having never felt so full until now. Your hands fly back and grip Rick, trying to pull him closer as you begin to feel needy, feeling like he’s not close enough even though he’s so deep inside you that you feel he’s inside of your stomach.

Rick smirks, thrusting harder and deeper. His hand moves to the front of you, locating your swollen button. He grunts when your cunt squeezes his cock as his fingers begin to rub your little clit. Leaning down again, Rick bites down into your neck, and his eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. His pace continues until he feels you are about to cum, and he lets go, moving toward your ear. “Such a fucking slut, so desperate for me. So desperate for a killer, you like being fucked by me? Like being used? Course you do. Because you’re just a.” Thrust. “Needy.” Thrust, “Desperate,” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Whore.”

You scream into his hand as the tip of his cock hits your g spot, juices squirting out of you and covering him. Your walls spasm and clench and your arousal leaks out of you and drips down your thighs as Rick pounds harder and faster into you, feeling his end approaching quickly. His balls tighten, cock twitching and throbbing as a groan falls from his lips. “Fuck! Fuck! Gonna cum, you fucking slut. I’m gonna fucking breed you till your round with my child.” His eyes roll back as you moan, clenching harder around him. “Oh, you fucking whore. You like the thought of being full of me, carrying my fucking child so everyone knows I’m yours.”

Rick’s hips jerk, burying his cock deeper into your weeping cunt as spurts of thick, hot cum shoot out of his mushroom tip, filling you until you are so full that your legs begin to shake. He grunts, biting his lip as he slowly drags himself out of you, only to push his cock back in to stop his cum from leaking out. “Don’t wanna waste any of that, now do we?” You whimper, shaking your head as you flutter around him, feeling Rick begin to pull your underwear back up and onto you when he pulls out. He smirks as he pats your ass and kisses the back of your head. “Better stay in there, sweetheart. I wanna watch you grow round with my child.”

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The Morning After

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader (s6 Alexandria era)

Word Count: 870

Warnings: implied smut, that's it I think. mostly fluff, maybe a lil angst?

A/N: I am once again terrified to post but here goes. this is lowkey (highkey) inspired by the song say yes by elliot smith lol. basically, reader is a fuckboy and rick doesn't want her to leave the morning after. thanks once again to @weretheones for all the help <3

It was another early morning in Alexandria, waking up in Rick’s bed. You had grown accustomed to the routine the last few months, tumbling into his room between desperate kisses and you couldn’t complain — Rick knew what he was doing. Even hours later, draped in nothing but his sheets, you could feel the shadow of his hands tracing your body.

After every night you spent together, like clockwork, you would gear yourself up to head out as soon as you saw the sunrise crack through the windows. But this morning was different. As you hurriedly dressed yourself in the clothes that were eagerly thrown across the room the night before, Rick surprised you with a question. He was still laying in bed shirtless, propped on his side with one arm watching you.

“Why do you always do that?” he asked. “What?” you responded feigning ignorance, but in reality, you knew exactly what he meant.

“You know...” his voice was still raspy from just waking up, and you could barely keep yourself together with the way he looked beside you. It was a distraction, so you turned away and returned your focus to getting dressed.

“I don’t,” you scoffed.

He breathed in dramatically, “Yeah, you do.” You chuckled and repeated again, “I don’t!” But your laughter subsided when the conversation took a more serious tone. “You always rush out of here when we’re finished,” he said, averting his gaze as if he was afraid of your response.

Now, you were on the defense. “I don’t ‘rush out’ Rick,” you answered back mimicking his southern accent and using air quotes. This caught his attention and he rolled his eyes with a playful smirk as he looked back at you. “Yeah? Then what are you doin’ right now?”

“I’m getting dressed so that I can go to work. You know, the walls. Outside,” you responded sarcastically.

“Alright, well even when you don’t work there’s always somethin,” he said letting out a sigh. You felt bad going back and forth like this with him even if you knew he was right, but you couldn’t help it.

You softened your tone and with a smile attempted to soothe his worries, “I’m just busy Rick. It’s not a big deal, really.” As you sat up from his bed to head out, he gently grabbed your arm and stopped you.

“Hey. Hey,” he repeated waiting for you to bring your gaze to him. Your stomach sank as you thought about what he would say next. You dreaded this conversation, never knowing when or if it ever was coming. But deep down you knew that Rick was a family man, and your arrangement was going to have an expiration date eventually.

“You know that this doesn’t have to be like this right?” he said with a concerned look.

“Look, it’s fine,” you said brushing it off.

“This isn’t what I want,” he continued. “If it’s what you want, I’m fine with that and I respect it. But I don’t want you to go around thinkin’ that I want you to leave.”

“I know, Rick,” you dipped your chin into your chest as you replied back. His genuine words were almost too much to bear. “I just like things the way they are, you know?”

He chuckled and it took you by surprise, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle too. “You mean, runnin’ out of here after every night we spend together and avoiding me throughout the day?” he joked.

You shook your head and laughed, “I don’t avoid you, Rick.” He nodded in quick response, “You do.”

“Alright, maybe I’m just not interested in anything more,” you said trying your best to sound confident.

He looked at you as if he could tell you were lying through your teeth, and now the jokes were over again. “I know that’s not true,” he said. “You can drop the act with me. I know you’re scared of things gettin’ serious. But I think - I think you’ll be surprised.”

“I don’t know Rick,” you gulped. “You of all people know how this stuff always ends. There’s no point.”

“Of course, there’s a point. You don’t ever think about it?”

“Sure, I think about it. But I don’t do everything I think about,” you whispered looking anywhere but at him. He took a deep breath in and carefully grabbed ahold of your hand with his calloused fingers, using his other hand to tilt your face towards him.

“I just want you to know you don’t have to leave every time. You can stay. I want you to stay.” He cupped the side of your face and you melted into him, once again. “I know it’s hard for you,” he whispered. Closing his eyes, he gently kissed your forehead before sending you off. “Be safe out there.”

You were frozen for a few seconds just looking at him, eventually offering him a smile. It was difficult to make sense of all the emotions flooding through you. As you walked out of the bedroom, you felt like you could cry with how delicate and understanding he was towards you, even with his touch. You had a lot to think about.

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