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hannibals-favourite-meal · 4 months

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Rick/reader/Daryl are a throuple and the Alexandria residents don’t know how to react.

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Daryl x plus size reader x Rick

Obviously the Alexandrians were pretty vanilla

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and smut, bit of a crack fic, humour, fluff

WC: 900

Minors DNI

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The welcome party was an interesting touch to the new-comers. It was so weirdly reminiscent of the old world with the nice clothes and good food and alcohol but at the same time, many in the room carried that haunted look in their eyes from the hell just outside the walls. But the food was fresh and the company was pleasant enough.

Carl had scrambled off a couple minutes ago, presumably to try and sneak some whiskey behind his father’s back, leaving you alone with a sleepy Judith perched on your wide hip. Her chunky hand tightly clutched at your shirt as her big blue eyes fluttered.

“Mama.” She muttered, nuzzling further into your hold. You gently cupped the back of her head and began to sway softly.

“We’ll leave soon, just need to find your dads and make sure they don’t get into any trouble.” Your eyes skipped over the crowd but you were quickly stopped by someone coming up beside you.

“It’s so good to see healthy children during these times.” Deanna seemed less focused on you and more on the now half-asleep child in your arms, which you were incredibly grateful for considering that your poker face wasn’t as good as it used to be and she legitimately freaked you out.

Judith grumbled as you hitched her higher on your hip. “Judy is an easy baby, pretty much eats anything that gets put in front of her.” You chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You and Rick must be very proud of your kids.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh, it’s not-“

A strong arm was suddenly wrapped around your thick waist and you were tugged back into their hard stomach. The scent of cigarettes and motor oil filled your senses as Daryl’s lips brushed against your earlobe. You watched as Deanna went pale, obviously coming to her own conclusion about your relationship with the archer.

“I-I didn’t realise, given how affectionate you are with the kids, I thought Rick was your partner.” You could feel Daryl’s broad chest rumble with discontent.

“So what if he is?” The noise from the party faded away to a faint whisper as all eyes turned to you. Internally, you groaned, vowing to get some sort of revenge on your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry?” Deanna seemed genuinely confused but you knew that whatever was about to come out of Daryl’s mouth would not serve to lessen that feeling.

With your free hand, you dug your fingers into his hip, urging him to shut the hell up but like always, Daryl refused to listen. “So what if we’re both fucking her?”

And there it was. Your body sagged with embarrassment as heat raced up your neck, blooming across your cheeks. “You fucking asshole.” Your group all seemed to be holding back their laughter as the Alexandrians were suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. You heard Carl groan loudly from somewhere behind you. “Not again.”

“Both of them?” Spencer materialised beside his mother, jaw practically on the floor. “At the same time?”

Just as Daryl’s mouth opened once more to very rudely answer the mayor’s son, Rick’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. His grip was light enough to appear friendly but the way his fingers curled into his collarbone kept the other man silent. “What Daryl meant to say is that we are all in a relationship together.”

You then made the mistake of making eye contact with Maggie and Carol who both seemed to be on the edge of suffocation as they desperately tried to stop giggling. You glared at the women and got back a rather rude gesture from Carol that restarted their laughter anew.

“I think I need to get Judy to bed.” You tried to pull away from Daryl’s grip but the stubborn man he was, he just held you tighter.

“How does that work?” The question came from a woman towards the back. You could practically feel Rick’s smirk as he cleared his throat but very quickly, another woman decided to answer for him.

“Obviously they take turns.” A murmur of agreement filled the room followed by- “Oh her poor vagina.” This makes Glenn snort into his drink.

With a horrified look on her face, Deanna spoke again. “This is highly inappropriate.” Yet no one seemed to hear her because someone else piped up.

“I can’t believe that she isn’t pregnant all the time.”

“I think that’s enough of that! Thank you all for the wonderful party, but we really should be going now.” Your voice boomed, starling Judith awake but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. Daryl went easily enough as your fingers clamped down on his wrist and you pulled him along, although there was a prideful smile on his lips.

But Rick had other ideas. “It’s not like we don’t try every chance we get.” Faster than you thought you were capable of, you dropped Daryl’s hand and your arm darted out, grabbing Rick’s ear with a force that made him visibly flinch.

“I said that’s enough.” You snarled and tugged him towards the front door, Daryl trailing close behind you. “Goodnight.” The door slammed shut behind you, leaving behind a room full of stunned Alexandrians and your friends who were all laughing loudly.

“Well, I guess that cleared that up.” Deanna murmured and took a long pull of her drink.

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sinsandsweetness · 8 months

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Good morning beaut! 🧸🥺

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The wet kisses on your inner thighs send butterflies right to your core. Painted fingernails already tangled in his hickory curls. Your back arches off the bed as Rick’s lips make their way up and down your body. Kissing every inch of your tummy, your hips and your panties. Pretty, pink lace, hugging every curve so delicately, leaving very little to the imagination. And no matter how much you whine and beg, he refuses to take them off.

“They’re just so pretty, baby. Wouldn’t want to let ‘em go to waste, would you?” He mumbles into your thigh, eyes fluttering shut as he goes to suck a dark hickey into your flesh.

“Ugh,” you groan. The grip on his hair, tightening in frustration.

You don’t really care if they go to waste or not. You’re soaking through the damn fabric at this point. Every feather light touch is heightened from the hour of teasing you’re being forced to endure. Rick having taken full advantage of the fact he has you to himself for the weekend. Your mom is on a two day trip to Oceanside with a few other women from the community, some kind of self defense workshop that Rosita was putting on. Whatever. You didn’t care. Staying home with your stepdad sounded a hell of a lot more fun.

And in this moment, despite what feels like some kind of never ending torture, you’re absolutely right. It is fun. Rick mouthing at your cunt, over the lace of your panties, his tongue only further dampening the arousal coated lace in between your legs. He rarely gets to take his time with you, and though he feels like he’s savouring the moment by prolonging your orgasm, you want nothing more then for him to rip the lace off your body and eat you out until you scream his name.

You’re whines must be getting your hint across because he speeds up his pace a little. Which you make sure to thank him for with a drawn out moan of his name. It helps that his skilled tongue knows exactly where you’re sensitive bundle of nerves is pulsing for him. Begging for his attention. And you’re more than a little shocked at how fast your orgasm is actually building, given that fact that he still hasn’t taken the pretty panties off yet. The friction of the lace against your clit is different. Stimulating you in a way you aren’t familiar with. Wet lace rubbing up and down your cunt as he eats you out through your panties.

But before you know it, you’re legs are coming in on his head like a pair of earmuffs, head shooting off the bed as you gasp for air. He keeps going, nose grinding against your clit while his grip tightens around the fat of your thighs. Tummy twitching and legs shaking from the intensity of the climax.

When he comes up for a kiss, you can taste your cum on his lips. He pushes your legs open and positions himself between them. Hooking a finger under the soaking fabric, pulling them to the side and lining himself up. Immediately smirking when you start to whine,

“Really? Just take em’ off, Rick. Please.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes at your attitude. His hand comes up and squishes your cheeks, forcing you to look right at him.

His voice is low, and his stormy eyes darken. Suddenly, you start to regret giving him any attitude.

“Maybe I should gag you with em’, huh. That’d quit your whining, wouldn’t it? Why can’t you just be grateful and take it like a good girl?”

Yeah, you definitely regret giving him that attitude. And unfortunately, you’re almost positive that no amount of “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good, daddy,”s will be enough to dodge the bullet that you’re about to get hit with. But hey, it’s worth a shot, right?

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Requests: Rick Grimes- That Girl

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Y/n Dixion

Pov: Reader / 3rd pov

Warnings: Season 3, Death, protective sibling, motherly attention, fluff.

Summary: Rick takes solace in the youngest Dixion after Lori passes.

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I could see the way Maggie looked as she walked out of the prison door. Carl's hands bloody and his knife just barely dangling his hand. The silence was grand and the only thing we all looked at was the baby in Maggie hands. Daryl was close by me, his eye scanning over Ricks face. Rick was trying his hardest to not fall apart, all while the only true amount of his family had just killed his wife and was a new born.

Things were getting real, too fast and all to soon in the world we now lived in.

Rick just barely stumbled over to Maggie, the baby in her arms was still covered in blood and just cooed as she was moved between arms. From then on out everything seemed to change for me and Rick. I tried my hardest to keep a close eye on the Grimes kids. But there was something that I couldn’t put my finger on.

It didn’t take long for Rick to notice how closed I had gotten with the kids. Even Maggie had mentioned “You’re getting pretty comfy with the kiddos.” She said as I changed Judith. I didn’t look over my shoulder, but I do agree with her in a soft hum. My eyes staying trained on Judith her wiggling her arms, and legs. The coolness of the prison isn’t great for the little one.

Carl on the other hand didn’t really want a new person in his life just for them to be taken from him like his mother was. So, he had guarded himself. From Rick and every other person around, I tried to be a comfort for Carl. Even Rick.

It took a while though for the boys to come around. Rick had settled his way into my cell, almost every night he’d walk in gun on his hip and a growing smile on his face. He had become more open with me about things. The late nights we spent talking he missed his wife, but he was glad that his son and daughter were here. He was happy that he’d kept us alive as long as he had.

We become each other solace. The only one we knew that we could relive on in the heat of the battle. I would say that my brothers were always there, but sometimes that was even hard to say. The reality of it was that Daryl was a quiet and reserved person, and Merle well he was my older brother but he was a straight up asshole. Merle knew that, so did everyone else here at the prison.

And as the weeks went on things between Rick and I just started to feel normal. We felt the same on so many levels, but things changed when Merle didn’t come back one day. I could feel the difference, Daryl face was different. Rick trailed behind him; a sad expression laid on his face.

“Y/n, we have something that you need to know.” Darly said his voice low and almost on the verge of tears. I stood frozen, my eyes franticly moving from Daryl to Ricks face. “Where’s Merle?” I asked finally the silence too much for me to bare. Neither boy could manage to look at me. “Rick? Daryl?” I tired.

The way my heart fell into my stomach, when Rick said that Merle was dead, a zombie that Daryl had to kill. I nearly fell to the ground my legs giving out on me. Daryl couldn’t look at me, and Rick was right there at my side.

We had lost a lot over the years before the zombie came, but now we had even lost more. Finally, I think I understood a tad bit of the pain that Rick experienced when Maggie walked out with his two kids and no Lori. Rick hugged me deeply. His fingers making or least trying to make comforting circles into my skin. My sobs echoed around the small concrete walls of the prison. Carl and almost everyone else came out of their respective rooms. It was becoming a scene, and it was harder knowing that I was being watched.

Rick swooped me away, his arms supporting under my knees as he walked towards my cell. That night Rick stayed with me, in his arms I stayed. A tear-stained shirt that Rick wore wasn't ruined but it felt like everything was happing to fast. My brother was gone and now life couldn’t get any worse.

From then on out I spent my time in the garden that Rick had built. It was a sad start, but a start nonetheless. Rick visited me every morning when I made my way out into the fresh air. Sometimes I’d even grab Judith early in the morning and take her out there with me.

She was always in my eye line. She’s sleep most of the morning before waking up when her father came down to visit me for the first time that morning. I planted veggies, and tired my hardest to find flowers. Something, well anything to spruce the place up. I think Rick enjoyed the way that I tried to get away from the pain of my oldest brother.

Enjoyed might be the wrong word, it was more like Rick admired me for my ability, a small ability that I was able to push those drastic and horrible emotions to tend to things that grew, and that were growing.

Within that time things become better, yes, we lose more then we win. But we are together. Carl begins to enjoy the time we spend together; he’s always asking to go on trips to track down more important things. He doesn’t openly say that he enjoys that time. I can tell he does, “You must know that Carl adores the time you guys spend together.” Rick mentioned. It had taken months and yes, I had come to realize it but Carl wasn’t about to say those words outside. “Rick, you know that I’m aware of that, but I we both know that Carl won’t be admitting any of what you have said.”

Regardless of that though, Rick had watched as I stayed close by the sides of his kids. Judith had grown up in my arms. Slowly growing out of diapers, and into her first set of big girl shoes. Maggie watched from afar, “You act like such a well-tuned mother to the grimes children.” She commented one day as we walked through Alexandria. “Daryl is more than impressed with you almost every day he says it.” Maggie said as we walked together one day.

Daryl had watched his youngest and only sibling grow into a woman in the past few years. A woman with a man that loved her, his best friend, and children that even though they might not be hers she still loves them, teaches them like they are hers.

A trusted companion of Ricks, a confidante, and a mother. Y/n Dixion had become something better over the years, since the start of the zombified world that she knew more now. What had been was no longer. Rick had fallen for the girl that protected his kids; Maggie was Y/n's best friend because she adored the way she indeed was herself regardless of the shit either of them had been through together and separately. Daryl wouldn’t know what to do without his baby sister, and only sibling left in this horribly, dark and scary world.

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Posted on: 10/28/22

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minervadashwood · 2 years

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Daryl x Plus size!Reader x Rick

'' you sure you wanna do this? ''

'' we can take things slow. ''

'' if you're uncomfortable, or think it's too much, pull away. ''

Two's Company; Three's a Family

Mostly fluff and mutual pining. I tried to work in the plus size details that weren't super overt but rather a seamless part of the story. She's just plus size, and it doesn't need to be a big deal. :) (anyway, that was my goal!)

Small warning for blood. Divider by @firefly-graphics!

Word count: ~2,000

A few months after acclimating to Alexandria.

You were incredibly happy when your best friends, Rick and Daryl, finally admitted they had feelings for each other, but as time went on, seeing them together…well, it didn’t make you so happy anymore. It made you kind of sad.

You saw their longing stares, their casual touching—a hand on a back, the squeeze of a shoulder, side hugs that lasted just a second longer with each other than anyone else

Each time it reminded you of what you didn’t have. Either one of them.

The three of you were the best of friends—almost since the beginning—and during that time you’d grown fond of both of them—fostering feelings that went well beyond friendship—yet you never the courage to admit your feelings. Now, not only were you without both of them, but your place in the friendship was lessened, too. You’d gone from being incredibly close to Rick and Daryl to being left out almost entirely.

“I’m asking her today,” Rick said, getting dressed in front of the mirror one morning. “You still with me on this?”

Daryl sat hunched on the edge of the bed, still in his pajama pants. “What if she says no? She’ll prob’ly think yer crazy.”

Rick smiled at Daryl through the mirror. “I don’t think she will.” Rick noticed the way you had been looking at him and Daryl, with affection but almost like you’d lost something. After that, it had taken Rick less than a few days to realize something was missing between him and Daryl. And that something was you.

Convincing Daryl took much longer, over a month. But then it had all spilled out. How Daryl had been pining for you from the beginning, how guilty he felt still having those feelings while being with Rick. (But at the same time so in love with the sheriff, so inseparable from him, that Daryl couldn’t imagine not being together).

But today was the day. Rick was going to fix your friendship, fix his relationship, and start loving you the way you deserved.

And Daryl would, too.

Just then, there was loud, furious knocking on the front door. Both men leapt into action, Daryl pulling on a t-shirt as he went.

Once downstairs, they saw Carl, with Judith perched on one hip, opening the front door.

Tara stood there, breathing heavily.

“What happened?” Rick demanded, striding up to her.

“It’s Y/N, she fell off the scaffolding by the gate. I saw some blood. Don’t know how bad. Ran straight here, Glenn got her over to Denise.”

Daryl quickly slid his way past Tara and started running for the infirmary.

“Carl?” Rick said.

“You go on, Dad. I’ll take care of Judith.”

Denise had just started putting stitches in the gash just below your collarbone, when the door to the infirmary slammed open. In walked Daryl—in his bare feet, hair disheveled, eyes wild—and those eyes stared right at you.

You blushed furiously. Your jacket and shirt had been ripped in the fall, and you sat in the bed with only a bra covering you above the waist.

“She alright?!” Daryl demanded stomping over to you.

Denise, for all her timid anxiety, was unflappable as she worked, not even flinching as Daryl stormed his way to your side.

“I’m fine, Daryl. Just got this little cut and hurt my head.” You put both arms around your thick middle, feeling exposed as he stared at you without blinking.

Daryl’s eyes remained fixated on you, and not your face. He was staring down at your chest. A second passed, then another as you squirmed beneath his heavy gaze. Suddenly, with a burst of movement, he grabbed a clean sheet out of a nearby drawer, and, without disrupting Denise, he covered your midsection as best he could.

You watched as his eyes roamed around the room to land on the nearby pile of your bloody, ripped clothes.

Then his eyes found yours, and they were filled with barely contained fury. “How?”

Before you could answer, the door to the infirmary swung open again, though not as loudly this time. You didn’t have to look over to know it was Rick, the steady clapping of his cowboy boots gave him away.

At least he was fully dressed.

Denise’s focus remained on her task as she spoke to Rick. “Laceration from a sharp edge of the scaffolding. Likely has a concussion; she was knocked out for a minute or two. Probably nothing to worry about, but she should stay awake the next twelve hours, and shouldn’t be alone for the next few days.”

Rick cocked his head and sighed. “Scaffolding break? We need to repair it?”

“No,” you replied, blushing. Rick and Daryl were both watching you so intently, you felt like an amoeba under a microscope. It made you even more embarrassed by your silly accident. “I wasn’t paying attention. I saw a cat. I thought she was pregnant, and I wanted to bring her in. I was in such a hurry to get to her, I slipped.”

“You oughta be more careful,” Daryl mumbled, scowling. You knew that despite his gruff tone Daryl was deeply concerned. The way he and Rick were staring at you, at your gash, at your semi-clothed state, was oppressive, almost suffocating.

Denise seemed oblivious to the thick tension among the three of you, and you found yourself wanting to crawl into Rick’s arms, or Daryl’s, or both. To have them hold you instead of boring holes into you with their eyes.

But there were limits to your friendship with them, now. A hug, a passing touch to your shoulder were possible, but neither one could—or would—hold you like you longed for them to.

Denise tied off the last stitch and gave you an encouraging smile “It certainly says something about how much you’ve changed since coming here. Wouldn’t put it past you to think of a cat as dinner rather than a pet.”

You smiled to yourself, locking eyes with Denise. “I guess it does. A lot’s changed since we came here. Most of it for the better. Like you and Tara, for instance.”

Denise blushed and reached into her pocket and pulled out a baggie of painkillers. “Take one of these twice a day, and let me know if you feel feverish or if that wound shows signs of infection. Remember, stay awake for the next twelve hours.”

You nodded. “Already been up twenty, but I’ll do my best. Guess I’ll ask Carol if she wouldn’t mind a house guest for the next few days.”

Denise nodded, patting you on the hand.

“Yer stayin’ with us,” Daryl huffed as Denise walked away.

You furrowed your brow, the thought of being in that house, with both of them, for days…you weren’t sure you could bear it.

You got out, “I—" before Daryl grunted at you.

“No arguin’.” He ordered.

Rick shrugged out of his constable jacket, and as Daryl helped you to your feet, Rick draped the jacket over your shoulders.

“Rick it’s not gonna fit,” you protested as Rick put your arms through the sleeves.

Daryl glared at his boyfriend, annoyed with Rick making you uncomfortable. The jacket didn’t fit. It hanged too low, and it was too small around your torso.

Rick shrugged. “You want me to make you a toga?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, and Daryl put his arm around you, holding you close to him.

“Take it easy, now,” he told you, keeping his voice low and as gentle as he could manage. He hadn’t meant to be so gruff earlier, but you’d had him so worried, so scared, that it was all he could do not to panic.

You looked up at him, your eyes haunted and sad, piercing straight through him. “I can walk on my own,” you said.

He shook his head and hid behind his messy hair. “Not takin’ that risk.”

Leading you outside and down the street, Daryl’s heart beat wildly. It had been a long while since he worried about you being hurt—after all you stayed safe with in the walls these days—but seeing how easily he could lose you, even from just an accident, had him realizing how important you were to him.

Was Rick still going to ask you to be with them? Not even an hour ago, Daryl thought the situation hopeless, but now he almost felt like begging Rick to make it work. Because Daryl needed you the same way he needed Rick.

With Carl and Judith visiting the Rhees, Rick and Daryl gave you their undivided attention. That was how you found yourself in the master bedroom, sitting atop the covers in the middle of the bed.

Their bed.

Once you had assured them you were comfortable and only in need of a good book, Rick sat on the bed beside you and said, “Y/N, we need to talk.”

You gulped, and looked to Daryl for a clue. He was stone-faced and staring at the floor.

“Okay,” you mumbled. “You want me off watch duty, don’t you. I’ve learned my lesson, no more chasing momma kitties. Promise.”

“It’s not that,” Rick assured you, taking your hand in his. “We were planning to have you over for dinner tonight.” Rick looked down at your hands clasped together. “But I wanna ask you now.”

Rick’s large hand seemed to encompass your smaller one, and he began running his thumb along your knuckles.

“A-ask me what?”

Rick gave you a small smile, his clear blue eyes soft and…loving. He was looking at you the way he usually looked at Daryl. “Ask you to share this with us.” He pointed to the three of you in turn. “To sleep next to us every night, to live here and fill in the missing part to our family.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. “You…you want me like that?” You put your other hand over Rick’s, looking at him hopefully.

“I do. Took me too long to realize it, and I’m sorry for that.” Rick raised his eyes, looking behind you. “Daryl?”

It was then you realized Daryl had silently moved to the other side of the bed.

“We both want ya,” Daryl murmured. “Just like we got each other, we want ya, too.” He slid on the bed beside you, lining his body next to yours and resting a hand on your thigh. “Always have.”

You let your few tears fall. “I've always wanted both of you, too. I just never thought…after you got together…it seemed like you just wanted each other…like you didn’t need me anymore.” You looked at each of them in turn, then stared into your lap. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

Daryl began nuzzling your neck and hummed affirmatively.

Rick crawled up the bed, and placed his hand on your cheek. “We can take things slow.”

You nodded, you lips parting in anticipation of all your hopes becoming realities.

“We love you, Y/N,” Rick said, and then his lips met yours. Rick was gentle, achingly sweet and slow with his kiss, cupping your cheek and thumbing your cheekbone, releasing you after a few seconds.

On the other side of you, Daryl suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. “You think it’s too much?”

“No,” you whispered, staring at his mouth and sliding your hand along his forearm. “I think it’s just enough.”

Rick said, “If you’re uncomfortable—”

You took your other hand and gripped Rick’s wrist while still gazing at Daryl, waiting desperately for him to kiss you.

With a smirk, Daryl did just that, slamming his mouth on yours, holding tightly to your chin. This kiss was more intense, Daryl seemed unconcerned with gentleness and instead focused on kissing you into oblivion.

Rick shifted behind you, making you release his wrist. Then, a moment later, while Daryl’s tongue was caressing yours, you felt Rick pull you against his now-bare chest.

Daryl followed where Rick put you, and now you were sandwiched between your best friends, your boyfriends, your lovers.

Following the doctor’s orders, they had no trouble keeping you awake for the next twelve hours.

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thefreakydeaky · 8 months

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Loving is Easy

Part Eighteen : Lover,Lover

Negan Smith x Reader

Rick Grimes x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: Life becomes complicated as you try to maintain relationships with two older men, your boss and an old family friend.

Warnings: Angst

The usual knock on your door came. Rick entered even though you didn't say anything.

"Sweetheart, are you mad at me?" He asked.

You didn't look up from your laptop.

"Are you acting this way because I told you I love you?"

"That's not a conversation I think we should have here."

You continued typing as he observed you.

"Well I called you yesterday, you didn't answer. So, when will we talk about it?"

You looked up then. He was making sad eyes at you, a thing that had worked on you before, but not anymore.

"Let's talk after work."

"Carl's staying at Lori's tonight. We can talk at my house."

"Yeah, sure. See you then." You said offhand, trying to keep your attention on your work.

He stood there. Waiting.You were not going to let him guilt you into spending more time with him than was absolutely necessary.

When he still didn't leave, you told him you had a lot of work to get done and didn't have time for lunch today. He sighed, an all suffering sigh and left.

•••••••••••••

Standing outside of Rick's ostentatious house, your stomach felt queesey with anxiety. You rang the doorbell. You waited. After a minute or two he opened the door.

"Hey," He hugged you, but you did not return the hug. "Come on in."

You walked in ahead of him through the hallway into the living room.

"Can I get you anything? Do you want some water-"

"I heard you talking to Maggie the other day." You interrupted. "I know what you two have been up to."

Rick kept a neutral expression.

"I don't understand."

"You want to get married. You want a wife and Maggie talked you into thinking it would be me."

"Now, wait a minute. You're makin' it sound like there's some kind of conspiracy-"

"Isn't there? Didn't the two of you conspire to manipulate me into marrying you?"

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"All Maggie did was give me advice on wooing you. What's wrong with that?"

"But you do want to get married?"

"Yes, but-"

"To me?"

"Of course to you. I am in love with you!"

You glared at him.

"I think I understand why you're so angry with me." Rick came and sat next to you. "You're in love with me too and that scares you." He took your hand in his. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you, Sweetness. I'd never leave you."

You looked into his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes. You weren't the least bit conflicted.

"I don't know what you overheard, but I was probably anxious because you've been pushing me away. Maybe I was even frustrated, because I see my future so clearly with you and I worry that you don't see the same in me."

He caressed your cheek and jaw.

"You are so vital to me." He squeezed your hand lightly.

"I love you."

There were those words again. The last time you heard them they had made you want to run. This time however they made you want to punch him in the face.

"I'm offended that you thought that would work on me, Rick. I know I can be a mess, but I'm still a fucking therapist and I know manipulation and gaslighting when I see it." You stood up.

After meeting with Daryl and realizing how much pain you had caused him the guilt and shame you felt were immense. You had promised yourself that if anyone ever entrusted you with their heart again you would treat them better than you had treated Daryl. Now, seeing this man use love as a way to get what he wanted out of you was making you sick.

"I know what Maggie is capable of and I know damn well what I heard. Lori was right about you. You are a condescending manipulative asshole. I mean, really, did she ever really say she slept with Negan or is that another lie?"

"You have got to be kidding me. You can't take anything my exwife says seriously. She's bitter. She doesn't want me to be happy. Look at how she's coming between us -"

"You can go fuck yourself. Consider this my two weeks notice. You'll have an official letter of notice tomorrow morning." You turned your back on him and made your way back outside.

•••••••••••

You didn't bother with a hello when Maggie finally picked up.

"What the fuck did I ever do to you?"

"What? Who is this?" She asked, confused.

"What's a matter? Try to manipulate the lives of too many people lately to remember which is which?"

She said your name.

"That's right. Now where the fuck do you get off trying to maipulate me into marrying some guy?"

She huffed into the phone.

"I wasn't trying to manipulate you. I was trying to help you sort out your life. It's a mess. If you keep going the way your going your gonna end up heart broken and alone. I don't want that for you."

You clenched your fist.

"That wasn't for you to decide. You know I hate it when my mom oversteps. Why would you think it was okay for you?"

"Look, Rick isn't a bad guy. He's supportive, he's honest and kind. Why wouldn't I want someone like that for you-"

You cut her off.

"He's not honest and he's not kind. I trusted both of you. I told you things about me that I don't go around sharing with everyone. You ignored what I wanted and tried to decide on my future for me. This isn't something I'll just get over, Maggie. You betrayed me."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but someone had to do something. You needed an intervention." She didn't sound sorry in the least.

"I can't trust you. So, I won't let you be a part of my life anymore. Good Bye Maggie. Even though you back stabbed me, I still wish you and Glen the best." You told her.

"Wait. You can't be serious? I'm your best friend-"

You hung up on her and blocked her number. You didn't care what else she might have to say. There was no room in your life for people that weren't going to respect your boundaries

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The Walking Dead Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Daryl Dixon Masterlist

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#twd #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x plus size reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fluff #rick grimes #rick grimes fluff #negan smith #negan fic #negan fluff #negan smut

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emisanemu · 2 years

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I Need Requests

I mainly work with supernatural characters right now but I’m looking to open up to the walking dead and the avengers.

I will write smut and will incorporate some kinks such as bdsm, sub and dom dynamics, biting and hickies, oral fixations, and am open to hearing kink suggestions. I also will work with rough topics and explore the nature of those topics to the best of my ability. Fluff and angst are also totally fine.

I do not write bathroom kinks, incest, abuse, underage characters in suggestive situations, non con is a definite no, nothing that can be considered illegal and no blood or death kinks. But again if there is something you’d like me to consider please tell me in your request and I’ll do research and make my decision.

Characters I write for:

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie Bradbury, Jack Kline, John Winchester, Gadreel, Samandriel.

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene, Daryl Dixon, Michonne.

The Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Piertro Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, adult Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, Loki.

(Note that I am open for character suggestions)

Characters I will NOT write for:

Supernatural: Lucifer, Metatron, Dick Roman.

The Walking Dead: Shane Walsh, Negan, Dwight, The Governor, Lori Grimes, Andrea.

The avengers: Ultron, underage Peter Parker, Starlord, Thanos.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: Threesome w/ Daryl & Rick

a/n: i'm so sorry that this is so short, i really did not feel like writing a full sex scene, but there is still smuttiness! thank you all recently for your undying support, it truly does mean a lot to me!

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In the apocalypse, there were a lot of things that ceased to exist like; laws, the government, prison, and monogamy. You would have never imagined to be shared by two men, by two of the most important people in your community. Maybe shared wasn't the right word, maybe desired would be as such, but in your mind, it all meant the same.

It was strange how it first happened; from Rick kissing you to Daryl then doing the same, leaving you conflicted until you confronted them both. It was a hard having a dynamic like yours, with the way Daryl would be too stubborn to communicate, and Rick taking care of your people but you made it work. It was rare on nights like these that you were able to have both men in your embrace.

You didn't know who's name to call as you laid on your back, both men on either side of your body as they played with you. Daryl's fingers buried deep inside of you as Rick pawed at your breast, lips attached to your neck. They had insisted on taking care of you as an apology for never being around anymore, even though you reassured them countless times that there was no need. A few kisses and seductive words had you melted into a puddle, malleable in their hands, like putty.

“Daryl..” You moaned softly, tears pricking in your eyes as he gently massaged your g-spot, pleasure stroking your spine. He pressed a kiss to side of your head. “Rick..” Both of your hands were preoccupied with tugging and squeezing their hair. You grew closer to your orgasm, your legs shaking and almost collapsing in on themselves.

“Keep your legs open.” Rick drawled in your ear. You knew he was watching Daryl work you open by the hard-on pressed up against your thigh. “Sorry.” You whimpered, spreading your legs once again. “Good girl.” Daryl praised. Your back arched, welcoming the feeling of the band snapping in your gut as you came all over his fingers, chest heaving as tiny moans & whimpers left your mouth.

“Ya think you could give me one more?” They caressed your body, Daryl's hand on your stomach as Rick continued to kiss on your neck, a lot more softer this time. “Yeah— ‘m ready.” You breathed, leaning into their worshipping. “You sure, sweetheart?” Rick asked. “Mhm,” You confirmed, “I'm sure.” At your words, they moved around, Rick falling between your legs and Daryl hovering above you, cock in his hands.

“I'm ready.”

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 7 months

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.⋆｡Impeachment Part 2｡⋆.

Alpha!Rick Grimes x omega!reader x Alpha!Daryl Dixon

Everything was gone and destroyed but she was still theirs

Warnings: angst, death, presumed death of reader and unborn baby, walkers, violence, captivity, malnutrition/starvation, injury, guilt, sort of amnesia

WC: 4.8k

Minors DNI

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Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

“I just wanted to come see how you were settling in, I know that being in a new place can be jarring to those who have been on the outside.” As Deanna spoke, Carol slipped from Daryl’s hold and fell in line behind him, as if he was protecting her.

In an unconscious move, Rick stepped forward, using his body as a shield to block the Alexandrian’s view of the group. “We’re just getting used to bein’ behind walls again. Tends to make us jumpy.” The alpha understood, nodding in sympathy.

“You're safe now, both from roamers and other people. These walls are strong, nothing can get in.” Rick's hair stood on end. That's what they said about the prison. The air in the small house was tense as an awkwardness fell over the group.

Carol shifted then, the floorboards creaked loudly.

Deanna's brown eyes flashed, catching sight of Carol’s excited state, but said nothing. She walked back out of the house, glancing back only once with a silent warning to stay in the house. “Have a good rest of your night.”

As soon as the door shut behind her, Carol exploded. “Please, we have to go.”

Rick sighed heavily through his nose. “First, you tell us what happened.” The other's attention flicked back to the omega who was now trembling with nerves.

She glanced around, searching for some sort of approval to take off again, this time with the pack alphas in tow but when she only received looks of confusion and general concern, her excitement died down to a simmer. “I was going to the armoury but something about that woman they had in the infirmary bothered me.”

The house was easy to break into given that there seemed to be no locks in the entire city. Darkness clung to every corner, creating an eerie air that set her on edge as she moved to the basement of the home.

The snarls coming from the back room were downright savage as Carol snuck closer, her shoes not making any sound against the cold concrete. The scent emanating from the room was sour but the undertones were incredibly familiar, like something nostalgic, reminding her of a better time. With a trembling hand, the omega twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open slowly.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the woman curled up in the corner of the room. A tattered shirt hung from her frame, the ripped cloth doing nothing to keep her warm or hide her distended stomach. It looked wrong, the way the huge bump was hanging off her frame, how skinny she now was. The natural softness she carried was now gone, the thick curves she was known for, had disappeared. Her eyes were a bright amber, a tell-tale sign of the omega having gone feral.

But beneath the dirt and grime, Carol could see that young omega they thought they lost, she could see the two claiming marks on opposite sides of her neck, each one with a bite radius matching the two men who had been desperately searching for her.

She gasped involuntarily and the omega's yellow eyes snapped to Carol and a growl echoed through her chest. It was so deep and so unnatural it legitimately frightened the unshakeable woman. A warning. 'Stay away, I will kill you to protect my pup'.

She took a step back but didn’t leave the room. Her head was lowered, her eyes locked on the woman’s. “I'll be back ok. Stay here.” The answer came in the form of another growl as Carol turned and ran out, gunning straight back to her pack.

“Are you sure?” It was Carl that broke the silence when she finished speaking. His eyes sparkled with tears and stepped closer to her. “Is it really her?”

“It ain’t her.” Daryl snapped. “She's dead.” Carl swallowed thickly, leaning into his father's side for some sort of comfort. He had lost two mothers less than 6 months apart from each other and he could hardly bear it.

Rick placed a hand on his boy's shoulder. “We don't know that for sure but Daryl's right, the probability that it is,” he tried to say her name but it caught in his throat, choking him, “it's incredibly unlikely.”

Carol snapped back. “I know what I saw and I was around her enough to have her scent permanently etched into my mind. It's her.”

“No it ain't!” Daryl was red with rage but the tear that rolled down his dusty cheek told an entirely different story, one that everyone in that room knew all-too-well. If she was alive, they had left her behind to die, turning her savage in the process.

Even before the world fell, there were cases of omega and alphas going feral, even some betas in rare instances. It was a survival tactic. With the brain reverting back to its primal self, anyone could survive the most dire of circumstances. It only usually happened with soldiers or people trapped in an abusive relationship.

But now, Rick supposed, it would be extremely common. “But if Carol's right, there's no telling if we would be able to bring Y/N back. Who knows how long she's been feral for.” Glenn pointed out, somehow managing to make everyone feel worse.

“I'll go back and check it out with Carol. If she's right, we can try to help her. We have both of her alphas and both of her pups, that should do something. And if it isn't her, we can move on.” Taking charge, Maggie spoke up but looked to Rick for approval given the severity of the consequences should two members of their group be found wandering well after dark.

His first instinct was to say no, there was no way he could risk all of their safeties for one person (even if it was his omega and unborn pup) but as he looked over his pack and watching how their eyes lit up with both despair and hope, he knew that he couldn't refuse. “If you're not back in 20 minutes-”

Carol had taken Maggie's hand and was out the door before he could finish his sentence. He huffed. “Y'all go get some more sleep, we don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow.” That appeased the others, especially since they had almost no clue who Y/N was save for some vague mentions of her.

Carl and Daryl stayed in the foyer. “It ain't her.” But Daryl's voice was broken and weak. Conflict swirled in the blue of his eyes. He wanted so badly for her to be alive but to be alive and in that condition because of his inability to protect her- it was killing him.

“It's not your fault. Or my dad's. This could be our chance to get her back.” Carl almost begged the other man. “Just have hope.” Daryl scoffed and turned his back on them, storming off to a quiet part of the house.

“Go check on your sister, I'll deal with him.” Rick followed after, his own heart heavy with guilt.

Maggie kept her head on a swivel, watching for any movement from the empty streets and dark houses. Carol however, had her eyes locked forwards, speeding back to the infirmary.

A light drizzle had started, cooling down the warm night air considerably but that wasn't the cause of Carol's goosebumps. They had lost too many already, whether it was from walkers or even other humans, so the prospect of getting someone back was overwhelming. She thundered up the few steps and threw open the front door, Maggie close behind.

Carol was so deep in her excitement that she didn't notice that the yowling had stopped, but the other woman did. “Carol-” She started but her warning went ignored.

The basement door was open just wide enough for the dull yellow light of a lone lantern to illuminate the hallway. The wood slammed into the wall as the door was thrown open by the older omega, making both women freeze.

The room was barren save for a ratty blanket on the concrete ground. “She was here! I swear!” Maggie cautiously inched into the room. She scooped up the torn fabric and brought it up to her nose.

“I believe you, her scent is fresh.” The silent question was left hanging in the air, 'where did she go?'.

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It had taken less than 2 weeks for the relative safety of Alexandria to collapse. The first cracks had appeared on that first night. When Maggie and Carol returned alone but with a blanket that reeked of their lost packmate, Daryl had almost gone mad searching the town for her. He had caught her scent only once and it was outside the wall. It led them all to question the strength of the huge steel plates if a starved and heavily pregnant omega could scale it.

Then Noah was gone and the rift between the Alexandrians and them got even larger. It seemed like nothing could unite the two groups, especially after Rick became de-facto leader after Reg’s death.

Everything felt so wrong and out of place. With the discovery of the herd in the quarry and the realisation that Y/N was still alive somewhere, those feelings only got worse for Carl.

Chaos rippled through Alexandria, leaving deep panic and blood in its wake. People had somehow scaled the great walls of the city and had already killed so many of their own. A bulk of the fighters were gone, effectively leaving the women and children undefended and woefully underprepared for any attack.

Adrenaline coursed through Carl's veins, sharpening his senses but his reactions were still a milli-second too slow. There was already a cut along his forearm that burned and his hands trembled. Enid was silent beside him, Judith pinned to her chest as the three of them darted into another house on the outskirts of town.

The image of that man with the 'W' carved into his forehead flashed behind Carl's eyelids, just the same as every other person he had killed. Enid began to speak but he turned his back on her, instead silently looking through the house for any unwanted guests.

This whole thing was so painfully reminiscent of the Governor’s attack and the only thing he could do was keep him and Judith safe. They would survive just like before.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the rooms turned up empty and quiet. “What do we do now?” Enid spoke up, her voice strained with panic.

“I guess we wait.” Dust floated up from the couch as the teens sat down, finally able to catch their breaths.

Judith cooed at her older brother before looking up at the ceiling and repeating the sound, this time even louder. “Is she seeing ghosts or something?” Edith attempted to joke but instead just got silence back and the baby taken from her arms.

“She just likes making noises.” As if to confirm his theory, Judith chose that moment to squeal excitedly, wiggling in his arms without taking her eyes off of the ceiling.

The wood above them creaked, sending a light dusting of plaster down onto the three children. Carl and Enid seized with fear while Judith continued to make noise.

“Stay here.” With the baby quickly thrust back into her arms, Enid had no choice but to remain on the couch, watching with wide eyes as Carl drew his gun and cautiously climbed the stairs to the second floor.

He was sure he had checked every room carefully. He knew he did. But as he got closer to the master bedroom and the noises got louder, he began to doubt himself. His steps were light, desperately trying to avoid any creaky floorboards that would alert whatever was hiding about his position.

His knuckles were deathly pale as he tightened his grip around his gun, the barrel trembled only slightly with his nerves. Carl pushed the bedroom door open with the end of the weapon and once again was met with a completely empty room but the soft groaning was still present and he could now tell that it was leaking from the closet on the opposite end.

A sudden shout from Judith made him jump but his attention snapped back to the closet when something slammed into the wood heavily.

“Just a walker, it’s just a walker.” He murmured to himself. His left hand dropped from the butt of the pistol and he gingerly grabbed the doorknob, ready to turn it and then immediately back off to give himself some room for a clean shot.

Taking in a single deep breath, he steadied his gun and refocused his senses. Then he turned the knob.

Silence overtook the room but only for a few seconds when the sound of chains shifting emanated from the small dark space. Then a foot stepped over the threshold, and a hand curled into the doorframe as whatever was trapped inside finally pulled itself out.

The first thing Carl saw was her eyes- bright yellow with the pupils near the size of pin drops as they locked onto him. They weren’t the eyes of a walker. Even fresh, the ghouls supported milky white irises.

She did not snarl at him nor lunge, instead her head tilted and she sniffed the air. She took another step forward and finally Carl could see her two claiming marks, and more importantly, her pregnant belly.

“Mom.” The word slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. She froze and a purr rumbled through the room. “Yeah! You know me, it’s Carl. And Judith is downstairs. You remember Judith don’t you?” She blinked at him, there was no comprehension behind her eyes.

Carl sighed. “We’ll work on it.”

It was only then that he noticed the heavy chain around her neck. There were spots of blood along her collarbone from where the metal had pulled at her skin. “Shit.” He muttered.

The gun slid easily into the waistband at his back and with his hands now free, he carefully approached her. She watched him but didn’t move which he took as a good sign.

From what he could tell, the chain had been looped around her neck a couple times and then locked to a hook haphazardly drilled into the side of the closet. He was confident that he could pull it straight out of the wall if he got enough leverage.

As he moved closer, Y/N shifted to the side, allowing him to slip into the closet behind her.

The small space was absolutely rancid but he continued forward, albeit holding his breath. She blocked out the light some but he was still able to see where she was bound to the wall. Already one of the screws on the anchor was gone so gathering up some of the slack from her chain, he wound it around his hands and with an almighty tug, it came loose from the drywall.

“See, that was easy enough.” She stood stock still as he delicately lifted her bounds from around her neck, letting the metal drop to the hardwood with a clatter.

Her eyes looked down at it then back to him. “E-e-e-zzz-ee.” She repeated, her voice broken and raspy from disuse.

Immediately Carl lit up. “That’s right! Easy!” The corner of her lip turned up into what he thought was supposed to be a smile but looked more like a grimace to him.

“Carl? You’ve been up here for a while, is everything ok?” Enid called out and just like that, Y/N was once again hunched over and snarling aggressively.

“Stay there!” He called out but he was too late. The teen stepped into the bedroom, Judith still in her arms. She froze, her eyes going wide.

“Who- who is that?” She asked, almost in disgust. She tried to turn away, to somehow shield the toddler in her arms from the sight of the feral omega but as soon as Judith disappeared from Y/N’s eye-line, she let out a deep warning growl.

“Give me Judith,” Carl urged, “right now.”

“Are you crazy?” She hissed, clinging even tighter to the unbothered toddler.

“Trust me.” As soon as Judith was in her brother’s arms, the growling stopped. And when he walked closer, the scent of milk and flowers filled the room. Y/N reached for the pair of them with shaky hands, her fingers just skimming the soft chubby cheek of her daughter.

“That’s why Judy was making so much noise, she could smell her.” Said girl giggled and tried to launch herself at the omega but Carl held tight. As much as he would love to have them properly reunited, he doubted she could support Judith’s weight in her arms after not eating properly for god knows how long.

Y/N looked at Carl while grabbing his wrist. He let her pull his hand away from his sister and closer to her belly. She laid his palm flat against the top of her bump.

The baby moved under his hand, softly kicking at his fingers. Relief washed over the boy and he felt a massive weight lift from his chest. “Dad's not gonna believe this.”

It took some coaxing (ie Carl using Judith like a carrot on a stick) but he was able to lead Y/N out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. He let her cradle Judith's head between her hands as he looked outside, watching for any of those freaks that had attacked them.

Only when he was sure that the streets were properly empty did he carefully open the front door. “Come on. Enid! Let's go!” He called back but the house was silent save for Y/N's purrs and Judith's coos.

“Goddamnit.” He knew he should go look for her but he also wanted to get his mother to safety and she would not be safe in the house where someone had kept her trapped. So, he walked away, heading back towards the centre of town, hopeful that his father and Daryl had returned.

Her bare feet scraped against the concrete as she trailed behind him. While her eyes were fixed on him and the baby, Carl could see the way her nose scrunched and her head tilted, alert for any sign of danger.

“Carl!” Rick's voice echoes through the street, panicked and strained.

He looked back at Y/N who had perked up slightly, the yellow of her eyes now holding flecks of its natural colour. He chanced it. “Dad!” Rick rounded the corner, gun at the ready and with a fire in his eyes but as soon as he saw the trio, he stumbled.

Even from a distance, Carl could see the way the breath was knocked from his lungs. Like Daryl, Rick blamed himself for their omega's disappearance. He felt the weight more heavily because he was not only responsible for her but also for the whole pack, his guilt ran deep, infecting every choice he made and slowly driving him mad.

When Daryl would leave Alexandria to search for her, Rick would stay behind, forcing himself to focus on the rest of his pack. He thought that if he could protect everyone else, the guilt would wane, but it never did.

“Omega!” His voice thundered down the street making Y/N freeze. There was some sort of recognition in her posture: her head bowed, shoulders slack but her lips still curled into a snarl and she attempted to snatch Judith from Carl's arms. She only succeeded in tugging both of her pups closer to her body.

“Omega.” He repeated, this time softer and offering her his empty hands. “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you or the pups.” He bowed his head and dropped his eyes to the ground in submission.

She growled again but it was softer and more confused. “I’m your alpha.” As slowly as he could, Rick extended his left arm and presented her with his wrist. While not as prominent as his neck, his scent still bled from his skin. Her nose twitched and as she leaned forward to sniff at his offered limb while keeping her eyes locked onto him.

Her brows furrowed and she took a step closer, her hand darting out to grip his wrist. Her cold nose rubbed against his cold skin as she inhaled even more of that intoxicating scent that tugged at part of her mind.

Carl beamed when she dropped his father’s hand in favour of burying her nose into the crook of his neck. Judith gave a chirp as she was squished between the two grown-ups, still partially in her brother’s arms and her mother’s.

Rick’s eyes fluttered shut as her own scent washed over him for the first time in almost 2 months, thick with fear and apprehension but it was hers all the same. Her bump pushed into his stomach and he felt like he could cry. She was safe, she was alive and she was back in his arms.

Warmth flooded their bond, bringing a smile to his face. She licked at the mark she had left on his scent gland months ago so Rick placed his hand on her hip, gently pulling her even closer. He winced as he realised just how malnourished she was. “Let’s go get you and the baby checked out and maybe some food.”

Her eyes remained uncomprehending but she followed after him anyway, his hand held tightly in hers.

Bodies lay in the streets, both enemies and friends alike as the moans of the undead just outside the walls form a macabre symphony. Y/N snarled under her breath and cupped her stomach while Carl glanced at his father, panic colouring his features.

“Is that the herd?”

“The plan went sideways but we'll think of a new one.” Rick promised, laying his free hand on the teen's shoulder.

“Enid's gone.”

His face hardened as he replied sternly. “As soon as we have a clear path out, we'll search for her. Daryl's still out there too.” His eyes flicked back to the omega who currently had her teeth bared at the solid walls. “We'll get them all back.” And he didn't just mean those trapped outside the city.

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There was a haze wrapped around Y/N's mind. It was like walking through a dense fog right as dawn broke- the light just barely strong enough to let her see a few inches in front of her but every step she took forward, the world that she knew was swallowed up and forgotten. She had no idea where she was going or where she had been but the tugging in her chest pulled her ever forward.

She had brief moments of clarity, snapshots in time that only materialised for a second before the fog descended once more.

The pop of gunfire and the smell of smoke as she ran barefoot into the woods.

Blood pouring from cuts on her hands as she scrambles up a crumbling lattice, the dead reaching for her, their rotting fingers only inches away from her feet.

Feeling the babe inside her belly kick for the first time. She cries.

Two men corner her in an abandoned warehouse. Their tone is comforting but their words are garbled. She tries to speak but all that comes out is a growl.

Another man, this one bigger and meaner looking, wrapping something cold around her neck. He spits on her face before sealing her into darkness.

But none of those snapshots compared to this moment.

Reality slammed into her chest like a freight train. Y/N gasped for air as she desperately looked around. She was in a house, a nice house by the looks of it and surrounded by people she didn't recognise.

The smell of copper and death fill the cramped room as people scream at each other, their voices like nails on chalkboard to her sensitive ears. She winced and attempted to curl into herself but was stopped by her huge belly.

Something about it isn't right but before she can recall why, her attention shifts to the form on the bed next to her. He's no older than 14 but he's tall and his brown hair is long. A white bandage covers half of his face. She knew that face.

Her hands trembled as she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. He did not react at all, just remained deathly still before her, the only movements of his body was the steady and too slow rising and lowering of his chest.

“Carl.” The name came to her and a second later, so did everything else. “Carl?” He was so big now, already growing into his features. He looked so much like his father.

His father.

Her head shot up, eyes scanning the now mostly empty room for her alphas. The front door was wide open, letting in the grotesque sounds of flesh being sliced open and bone shattering. The darkness from outside seemed to grow with each passing second as the moans grew louder.

Y/N leaned over Carl's body as if to afford him some protection if the walkers made their way inside but deep down she doubted that she could do much besides buy him a couple extra seconds. She felt weak, she was tired and her entire being ached.

“It's ok baby, I'll keep you safe.”

Suddenly, bright light streamed through the doorway and an explosion rocked the house. Y/N whimpered and cradled her boy as the sounds of celebration overpowered all else.

“They actually did it.” A plump woman wearing glasses murmured in shock. “I can't believe it.”

As an optimistic mood filled the room, the fog began to descend once more and Y/N could feel herself slipping away. “You!” She barked at the woman who quickly turned around, her eyes wide. “T-tell my alphas that I love them.” Her words slurred and jumbled together but the woman nodded anyway.

Y/N smiled in relief. “Tell 'em to be safe.” She looked down at her boy one more time and then everything disappeared once more.

The smell of gasoline and burning bodies only seemed to add to Daryl's frustration. The past few days had been absolute hell- he was tired, hurt and so strung out he felt like anything could set him off. And that's not to mention the weird feelings that constantly flowed into him through his bond.

Fear, relief, anger, love.

All of it was just too much.

As he watched the horde of walkers burn in the lake, he was consumed by his thoughts. Nowhere was safe, death constantly followed right behind them and some part of him knew that it would always be like that, no matter how hard they tried to change things.

His thick fingers pulled at the fraying threads of the bracelet around his wrist as he thought of his omega. He pictured that she was safe somewhere, holed up in some isolated cabin that had a garden full of food or in an abandoned apartment building that she could scavenge. Carol kept reassuring him that she was alive and ok but each day that passed without him finding Y/N, he believed his friend less and less. Even the blanket they had discovered was quickly losing her scent.

He wanted to get back out there, to keep searching but he was just so tired.

“Daryl!” Rick called over the din. His voice while strained from exhaustion still carried the power of a true alpha. The younger man ignored him though as he continued to watch the slowly dying fire from atop the truck, his hands supporting his weight as he leaned back against them.

Vaguely, he could feel frustration leaking through the bond. “Y/N's here!” That snapped him out of it.

“Wha?” But before Rick could repeat himself, Daryl had jumped down, landing heavily on his already sore legs. “She's?”

His brother nodded. “With Carl but she's feral so we have to take it slow.”

“But she's-” Suddenly he felt like he couldn't speak, his guilt and relief wrapping around his throat in a tight grip.

“She's safe, the pup's safe.” Rick gestured to the infirmary and before he could think, Daryl took off running.

50 days. It had been 50 agonising, tortuous days of unknowing, of guilt and fear. Of imagining the hell which she experienced since the moment that the chain fences of the prison fell.

50 days of self-hate, of knowing he wasn't enough- not strong enough, not fast enough, not brave enough- to save her and the pup.

50 days of her haunting his every thought.

50 days.

And as he ran into the infirmary, all that time, all that fear disappeared the second he saw her again. The clock reset the moment he stepped over the threshold and her golden eyes locked with his blue ones.

He didn't care that she didn't recognise him, he didn't care that she snarled and planted her hands down around Carl's body as if he was a danger to the boy who was almost like his own.

She was alive, she was here. And that's all that mattered.

For the first time in 50 days, Daryl smiled.

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Rick Grimes: Bullet

Pairing: Rick Grimes x fem!reader

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Warnings: 18+, touchy, and feely, gun saftey, learning to shoot a gun, fluff.

Summary: Rick teaches you how to use your pistol, even if he get handsy.

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I’d never been really good with a gun. Before the world fell to shit I’d never touched a gun actually. I stayed with my knife, I was good with that and honestly it was less noise and I’d learned the hard way the noise wasn’t the best thing in this new world. I had never thought I’d meet Rick, or hell anybody else in the lonley world we now lived in. I travelled with Rick and his crew for a while, that was not before I got asked those 3 very important questions. I guess in the beginning it was rather important to Rick that the people he let into his inner crew were good hearted people.

So he asked his 3 questions “How many walkes have you killed? How many people have you killed? Why?” I answered with honestly and I think thats the only thing that allowed me in. My whole hearted honesty. Now here we were in Alexandria, in these fortress walls. Protecting us from the outside world that had made us so cruel and vile to a human mistake. Alexandria had it right keeping our weapons on us was just making us fearful that something could go terrible wrong.

I sit on one of the many bench that are placed around our small town. I stare down at the knife, blanacing it on one fingers and twirling it around. I wonder a question that many of the crew had asked before hand. “Why don’t you use a gun?” I had been asked. By Carol, Carl, and so many more. I never gave an answer I just shrugged. I was just so struck by the odd feeling I wasn’t doing enough to ever give a truthful answer. I looked around the beautiful area of Alexandria and realized very quickly just how much I was truly scared of leaving though tough exterior walls.

“You alright Y/n?” I looked up, and there was Rick. A bright smile that had grown to be perfect for his peppered white beard. Even though we had made it to safety he kept that beard, it gave him a fansatical older, and sexier look ontop of his heroic and tall stature That he already possessed. “Yeah, I’m doing fine Rick.” I answered. I looked back down at the knife. It was nothing short from spcaiel. A gift from my grandfather. The last thing I remember getting before my family very quickly threw me out of there 3 ringed circus. I felt the slighted shift of the bench. Rick was sitting down next to me. Our knees just slightly touching. I could feel his eyes on me.

Not judging me just learning my expression. “You’re looking pretty intently at this knife you’ve got” Ricked said pointing out my fiddling fingers. We sat in silence for a moment, before I felt the bench give and then Rick’s knee was gone. Before he left “You know where to find me if you want to talk about whatever is rolling through that mind of yours.” He said and then he was gone.

I sat there for the rest of day. The sun set, and the night skies came all just for it to lead me right to Ricks door. I stood there and waited for to long that the fact that I didn’t even knock and he still was there opening the door. “I see you came to me” He said with that soft grinning smile. I shook my head. “Why don’t you come inside and we can talk over a cup of coffee.” Rick offered me. It wasn’t to short that I was sitting down at the bar of Ricks kitchen with a coffee cup filled tothe brim. He stared at me from across the island. “Well I’d speak first but you’ll have to tell me what we’re talking about.” Rick commented. Without a single moment of fault I blurted “I don’t know how to shoot, or honestly how to use a gun alright.” I answered. I looked down at the coffee cup the dark liquid gave a perfect reflection of my sad face, a pitiful one filled with regret of not learning all they could.

“You mean you’ve never shot a gun before? Before all of this zombie shit happned?” He questioned me. I shook my head still looking down atthe cup of coffee. “No I never got the chance.” “Do you remember those questions you asked me so many months ago?” I questioned him. He shook his head and sipped at his coffee.

His brows frowned inward and he gave me a sympathetic look. “I’d never killed anything beyond the zombies. I did it all with that knife” I said, finally sipping at my coffee. Something told me that the look Rick was giving me I was going to get into some sort of trouble. Rick stopped leaning and took his stride towards me.

“How about I’ll teach you how to shoot and properly use a gun.” Rick said his back now leaning up agasint the island so close to me. “When?” I asked briskly. The words fumbling out of my mouth. “You seem egar to learn. Or eager for something else.” He said “Why don’t we started tomorrow.” He said matter of factly. I only hummer in response as I caved into my wants.

Time with Rick sounds lovely, and honestly I may have some resided feelings about him. They all saved me, but Rick was the one. He was the only one that looked at me like I wasn;t a threat, like I was real. “Now you better get home, we’ve got work to do tomorrow sweetheart.” Rick said. The nickname rolling off of his lips and down my spine making me shudder as I set the coffee cup down.

The next day when I arrived at Ricks door. And there he was dressed in his jeans and that button up shirt. “Are you ready?” He asked as he closed the door behind him. I could see his handgun on his hip that way it took stance over his whole body. I stood staring his frame, the board shoulders and striking blue eyes. “You might wanna pick out a gun when we get to the amrory.” Rick said to me. “Yeah I’m ready.” I finally answered. He laughed not a deep one, but one that wasn’t something I had ever heard before.

When we got to the amror I picked out what Rick thought would be best for me as a first time shooter. “Why don’t we just go with a normla pisol gun.” Rick had suggested. He stood next to me as I looked at the small army collection of guns we had required over the past few months. “Here” He said pointing down at one small pistol. His hand was so close to my own, grazing over the top of my skin.

We didn’t have a reserved place to shoot since the guns were loud, but the unreserved house was the best place we could find. Rick had set up a few bottles, and a few other types of targets. “So here’s what I’ll tell you, I’ll show you what to do and we’ll start from there.” Rick said. I just hummed and kept my eyes trained on him. His drew his pistol, keeping it level with the target and then the crack of the the bullet went off and it hit the target dead center. He urned and looked at me. “Holy shit, Rick.” I said not being able to get my words to stay behind my lips. He laughed, and put his gun back in it holster. “Why don’t you try now.” He said moving, before grabbing me by my wasit and moving me infront of him. His fingers squeezed gentle as he moved me across the floor with ease.

“Now pick up your gun.” He said softly, almost whispering right into my ear. I shuddered, and picked the gun up from the table. The cold metal was a different touch from the hot way my skin felt from Rick touching and squeezing me. I brought the gun up to my eye level and tried to steady my hand. I felt Rick’s hand move. Towards my wrist and up my hand. His touch was so delicate. “Don’t worry, you’ll do wonderful. Y/n.” Rick said as he moved my fingers into the trigger spot. I took a deep breathe. Letting my breathe fill my already wavering lungs. “Take your shot, love.” He said.

I took my shot, and I let the crack agasint the smooth air go. I closed my eyes not wanting to know if it hit or not. But then I heard the glass bottles breaking and I opened my eyes. I still felt Ricks hands on me, but nothing was stronger then the urge of excitement I felt as I looked at the shattered glass on the ground. “Good job.” Rick said to me as he let go of my even just slightly. “Are you sure you weren’t lying about how much you didn’t know how to shot a gun?” He said twirling me around in his arms. “A lucky first shot.” I said weary. A raised brow and he slipped his gun from his holster yet again and kept me looking at him, his eyes not moving from the target. My cheeks rose with heat, and yet the way Rick looked at me I couldn’t get out of my mind. This went on for a while. Well at least till Rick said we’d wasted enough bullets for one evening. That feeling of his eyes trained on me, the way his hands felt grasping at my waist, and skin. Rick was a tease and he knew it, the way he glided me across the floor like it didn’t matter to him that I weighed anything.

Completed on: 09/21/22

Posted on: 09/21/22

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