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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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Irrevocable (sex and zombies- chapter 4)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader)

summary- Reader finally gets what she's been longing for. Well... almost anyway.

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI, angry Rick Grimes, he is kinda mean for a moment, mentions of character death, typical twd violence I suppose.

notes- time jump to after the farm is overran.

An arrow missed your face by an inch, piercing the skull of a dead one behind you.

You gave Daryl a quick glare but continued on, putting another one down with your knife. You and a few others were clearing a grocery store. Seeing if there was anything left. Anything still edible.

Lori, Carl, Beth, Hershel, and T-dog, had stayed back at the house you were all staying in. Back where it was at least cleared out and locked up. Not a permanent residence, but for a week it would do.

You were all hungry. Practically starving. You had noticed your hip bones in the mirror of the bathroom that morning. More prominent than you’d remembered a few months ago.

“Clear!” You heard Rick call from the back of the store. It was a small town grocery store. Nothing special. And a lot had been taken. But there was some dried goods, a few cans left too.

All of you sat in your respective aisles, eating stale chips and resting your legs. You had no vehicle. Not anymore.

You sat across from Rick, and watched him lick the salt off his fingers. You had to look down at your own bag for a moment to collect your wandering thoughts.

He tapped his boot against your leg though, inviting your gaze back to his face. Beard a little long, and face a little dirty. But still just as handsome.

He smiled and grabbed your boot to pull you forward, earning a little laugh as you got dragged closer to him and fell on to your back. He then grabbed your hand pulling you towards him. Forcing you to fall forward in between his legs. For a moment you stayed there. Smiling big at his playfulness. But you decided to move, and shifted so that you were sitting down again. Both of were now facing the same empty shelves. You in between his legs.

Trying not to think about the fact that you were in between his legs. Practically in his lap. You leaned back into him, like he was your own personal couch cushion.

He snaked his arms around you and nuzzled into your shoulder, air warming your t-shirt when he let out a big sigh.

He knew you wanted him like this. But you also knew boundaries. And when not to cross the line. The two of you had done a decent job at keeping things tame. Overstepping once or twice, but never enough to feel any guilt. Kind of like this. Playful flirting, long glances from across the table, touches that lasted a few seconds too long. You’d even kissed him. You’d made your move but respected his rejection. Partly because you knew that he was married. The other part because you were holding on to the hope that he wanted you too. What you had been hoping for since Rick arrived at your camp in Atlanta. Something pulled you to him like a magnet.

And now, he had been the one to pull you. He was the one practically cuddling you on the floor of the supermarket right now.

Turning your neck you look back at him, eyes quickly shifting to his lips. But he shook his head and smirked. Not that you were going to. You rolled your eyes. Leaned your head back and stayed pressed up against him for the few more minutes you’d have left until the group wanted to go back.

Eventually, Maggie and Glenn called out for you on their way back to the front door. They saw the two of you on the ground but their eyes didn’t linger.

“Coming,” Rick's voice answered next to your ear. You went to get up, turned around and reached a hand out to help Rick up.

Everyone sat in a circle around a low fire that night. Eating their portion from the finds earlier. Cans mostly. Beans and corn. You gave extra to Lori. And then plopped down next to Daryl. He was scowling at first but as soon as you draped your blanket over the two of you he softened up a little. His shoulders relaxed and he even leaned in closer. It was cold in the house. And having to keep the fire as low as possible meant that there was very little heat anyway.

When the fire went out you shifted even closer to Daryl. Snaking your arm around his waist and tucking your face into his neck. You would have earlier but didn’t really care to make Rick watch. Not that it was a secret.

Daryl didn’t move. He never cuddled. Not since you two had started and he probably never would. But you were touch starved and needed it. And right now at least, he didn’t seem to mind being little spoon.

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A few painful weeks went by. And then Daryl and Rick found the prison.

It was nice. More than nice. It was perfect. As soon as the cells were cleaned out at least. And there was privacy. Beds. Blankets.

Then there was even lots of food, at least after Rick found those prisoners.

But lots had happened while you were all settling in. Hershel’s leg. The inmates. Walkers. It was a lot.

And then things went south. Lori's death was unexpected. That one hurt.

Rick was hurt.

Initially you all gave him space as he went off to clear a cell block all alone. People need time. Time to heal. To be ok. And he would be. Eventually.

And no one blamed him. He’d been through hell. Killed his best friend. Had a baby and lost his wife within the span of a few months.

You made the mistake of trying to talk to him. Thinking that your previous friendship would roll on even after his wife’s death. But for whatever reason, likely just grief, he lost it on you.

He rushed out of the cell block and you couldn’t help but follow after him. Even through the couple of comments from Hershel and Glenn to “just give him some space”.

You jogged to catch up to his face paced getaway. His hatchet held loosely in his hand.

“Are you serious?!” You were shocked. He hadn’t acknowledged her. His baby girl. He didn’t even look at her. Just checked on Carl and left to kill more walkers.

He came to a stop and stood still. Not facing you.

“What, you don’t wanna hold her? Feed her?” You continued.

“Don’t.” He spoke firmly.

“Don’t what? Don’t bring up the fact that there is a newborn baby in the other room that you haven’t even acknowledged?!” You were offended. For her. For Lori. I mean of course he was allowed to grieve but come in man. Suck it up. It’s his kid for Christ sake.

He didn't answer,

"At first I got it Rick, you needed a minute to blow off some steam. But we're safe in here. She- you haven't even held her. Lori- she- she would have wan-"

He turned around and approached you fast, hatched swiftly piercing into the wall beside you. The air from his swing was cold on your face.

“Drop it.”

You were stunned. Back against the wall and his arm up near your face. His hand was still gripping the hatchet. Your heartbeat was going insane.

“You have no idea what’s going on in my head. You don’t have the right to judge me for how I’m dealing with this,” his tone was angry. Furious even.

“She’s your daughter-“ your voice cracked.

His free hand came up to grab your face. Hard. Aggressively pulling you close. To hear him perfectly. Crystal clear.

“Shut your fucking mouth-”

You did. Cheeks hurting from his grasp.

“-and drop it.” He let you go with a slight push. Dislodged his hatchet from the wall and stormed off.

You walked back to your cell, fighting off tears.

You avoided him the rest of the day. The entire next week actually. Avoiding eye contact. Not speaking.

You did what came natural to you and distracted yourself with something familiar and… well, easy.

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“Fuck.” Daryl groaned a little louder then you’d prefer.

“Shut up man.” you whispered, rolling your hips onto him. His fingers digging into your ass. Pulling you back down on to him.

“Keep doin that.” he looked up at you through his heavy eyelids and thick eyelashes.

You circled your hips again. And again. And again.

Finally he flipped you both over and finished you off.

“Gonna need more of these.” He said while rolling off the condom and tossing it in the trash.

You rolled your eyes and searched for your clothes, hidden in the blankets. It was first thing in the morning. New day. Same routine. Though usually it didn’t start quite this way. Waking up to Daryls face between your legs, doing that thing with his tongue. You knew the one.

The knock at your cell door was abrupt and you only had enough time to cover yourself with the sheets before Rick opened the curtain. He started saying something but paused when he saw you holding the white sheet to your chest. And then his eyes went to Daryl who was standing next to you and doing up his belt.

Rick's jaw clenched. “Breakfast is ready.” He informed you both.

Shit.

After avoiding Rick’s glare at breakfast you were ready to go check traps with Daryl. Instead, Rick pulled you aside.

“I was hoping you could help me clear some of the other cell blocks today.” His hand on his hatchet. No emotion on his face.

“Oh,” Definitely surprised but you tried not to show it. “Sure.”

You grabbed a machete and followed him to the cell block. The hallways were dark. Just a tiny flashlight to lead the way. It was relatively easy. Most of the bodies were already dealt with. Just had to be moved to the yard.

The next cell block however, was a little more difficult. More walkers than the last. Not that it was an issue.

Rick's hatchet came up and made you flinch. Piercing the corpse right behind you. You swallowed. The body thunked to the floor. Rick's face was so close to yours you could feel his breath.

“Pay attention,“

You nodded. You'd glanced at his lips. So quickly. Maybe he didn’t notice.

The two of you helped clear the rest of the block. Walker blood spraying both of you with every swing of your weapons.

Covered in blood, you made your way back to the main cell. It was dark out now. You’d been working the whole day. Hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t taken a break at all. You passed the courtyard and headed for the water barrel, scooping a handful and slurping it into your mouth. Rick was right behind you. Maggie and Glenn were on watch in the tower above. But they weren’t paying attention to the two of you.

Rubbing your wet hands on your face you could feel the blood. The grime. You needed a shower. Desperately.

“What?” You asked Rick who seemed to be staring at you. For a little too long.

“Nothin,” he licked his lips and cracked his neck. “You should uh… go wash up though,” he pointed to the blood all over your clothes. As if he was any less covered. You nodded and walked past him. Feeling his stare continue as walked back towards the cells.

Your shower felt glorious. And your pyjamas felt even better.

Back in your cell, Rick was already sitting on your bed. Showered as well. His damp hair combed back, waves and curls forming behind his ears.

“Good job today,” he moved over, inviting you to sit down.

“Thanks…” you weren’t sure what he was doing.

“I’m grateful,” he started. Looking down at his hands.

“You’ve done so much for us, for me,” he went on. It wasn’t a lie. You’d been a major help with the initial taking over of the prison. And even more while you were on the road those months in the winter you’d given everything to Lori, to Carl. To anyone but you.

“Least I could do,” you were confused. He’d seemed mad at you for a week and then when he caught you and Daryl this morning he seemed even less impressed. Now he was... back to his usual self.

“I didn’t mean to scare you…” you knew what he was talking about. He didn’t have to explain.

“It’s ok.” You didn’t really wanna talk about that.

“No it’s not. I lost it on you and that wasn’t okay.”

“Yeah, I mean it wasn’t cool.” You nod and clasp your hands in your lap.

“I shouldn’t have been so harsh. And I- I just… I acted out. And I’m sorry.”

“You lost your wife. And now there’s a newborn. I don’t really blame you for being on edge.”

“I know, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you .”

“Yeah. You shouldn’t have.” You agreed.

His hand went to your thigh, rubbing up and down

“So you and Daryl…” he changed the topic.

You wanted to suffocate yourself into the pillow.

“I didn't realize that was still..."

"Happening?" you finished his sentence. Avoiding his eye contact, and instead focused on your hands.

"Yeah. I mean I'd heard that you guys...well...I never really knew for sure."

“Yeah well...” Your voice was quiet. You weren’t gonna lie. But it was a little awkward.

"Since the farm?" He asked.

"Atlanta..."

He nodded slightly. Realization hitting him slowly. All that time you had been pining over him, you’d also been fucking Daryl. There was a hint of what you could only assume was disappointment in his eyes.

“You were married so…” you told him like it was an excuse. Well it was an excuse. You couldn’t very well have had him at the time.

“Well I’m not anymore.” He looked up at you. A mix of sadness and suggestiveness on his face. It was true though. There wasn’t anything holding him back from you anymore. Just grief.

His pupils were dilated and his hand was still on your leg. He brought his other hand up to the back of your neck, pulling you into him.

“Rick-“ you protested. He was obviously not well.

“Shh” he presses your foreheads together. You couldn’t help but let your eyes close. He wasn’t thinking clearly. Broken hearted. Looking for something to fill a void. But some part of you didn’t care. Anything he’d do in the next moment was ok with you.

“God you're so soft...” his thumb rubbed your cheek gently. Finally his lips met yours and you though hesitant, you found yourself pulling him down on top of you. Gently. His hands roamed up and down, under and over your shirt. Mouths moved against each-other, exploring all over. His damp hair tickled your neck when he dipped down to kiss your collarbone.

“You’re not thinking right,” You say to him softly.

“Just be quiet,” he whispered into your skin, hand reaching beneath your waist band, finding its way to your panties. Your heart skipped a beat. There was no way this was actually happening. You couldn’t help the moan that left you when his fingers found your clit, rubbing soft circles over your underwear.

“Rick we shouldn’t-“

“Shh,” he cut you off and went back to kissing you. Tongue tracing your lips. Inviting you in even more. Closer. His other hand found it's way up your shirt, and you arched as far into his touch as you could.

You both shot up at the sound of Rick's name being called. Beth was looking for him. Probably to hand Judith off.

The blush was still apparent on your face as Beth peeled around the curtain. Even though Rick was now standing. She seemed oblivious though.

“You want me to put her to bed or did you wanna take her?” She asked Rick. He took Judith from the girl and bounced her in his arms, rocking back and forth. Sleepy. She didn’t make a sound. He looked over at you and chewed at his bottom lip.

“We should get some sleep,” you tell him.

He nodded a quick “Goodnight” and hesitantly left your cell.

You touched yourself the second the curtain closed.

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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Indulge (sex and zombies-chapter 6)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader} and {Daryl x fem!reader} separately... for now. hehe

summary- It's just not the same.

warnings- 18+ content. MDNI!! , smut with multiple partners.

You woke up in your own bed. Realizing that Rick must have carried you back before morning. It wasn't a surprise to see him working in the field after he promised to spend the day with you. But it was still disappointing.

You took the day off anyway. No one even noticed that you weren't outside working or tending to laundry. Well except Daryl.

Daryl's attitude had changed over the few months on the road. He used to be so snarky all the time, in Atlanta and on the farm. Picking fights with you and teasing you mercilessly. But as of late something switched. He was starting to act all… sweet. Like he actually sort of wanted to be friends. Kind of. And you couldn't say you didn’t enjoy it. For the first while, when you were distracting yourself from a mentally unhinged Rick, the sex was amazing. Being with Daryl was the perfect form of escapism.

Then when Rick finally moved in on you, it seemed like things with Daryl would eventually fall off. Except… for whatever reason, it never completely did.

“What are you doin?” He asked you as he approached the makeshift pantry that you’d been eyeing for way too long.

“I’ve got the munchies,” you pouted. There really wasn’t much to eat. Rick had mentioned plans for a run happening at the end of the week. And that you’d all have to be diligent on portioning everything until then.

“Come here,”

Daryl grabbed your hand and walked you to his cell. His crossbow in pieces on the desk, like he was in the middle of cleaning it. He dug around his bag for a minute and pulled out a red plastic baggy.

Twizzlers.

No fucking way.

Your eyes widened and he couldn’t help but smirk. As you grabbed for them, he lifted the bag higher and out of reach.

“It’s gonna cost you though,”

You raised your eyebrows. “Really?”

“Mhm. These weren't an easy find, you know.”

A moment of silence passed while you tried to read him.

“I'm sure we can come to some sort of a deal, don't you?” You gave him a coy look. Looking up at him and pushing your chest out, ever so subtly.

He got the hint, glancing up and down your body quickly.

“As much as I would love that right now, I kinda had something else in mind,”

“Like what?” you asked, genuinely curious as to what would ever make a man turn down the opportunity to get his dick wet.

“Follow me.”

And with that he brushed past you and started off towards another area of the prison.

So you followed. You started off by going in the direction of the break room that Rick had made up for you. But Daryl took a turn halfway and led you down a hall to a supply closet.

There were cleaning products filling the shelves. Brooms and rags and mops.

You raised your eyebrows again.

“You want me to clean?”

“I was hoping you could paint.” He pointed at a cardboard box on the bottom shelf. You opened it up to find paint supplies. Brushes and rollers.

“Paint what?” you looked up at him.

“Little ass kicker’s room. I was thinking it would be a nice gesture. With Rick being all… you know. I just- I don’t know. Thought it’d be nice for her to have a real nursery. And I can't paint for shit so...”

Your smile gave you away.

“What?”

“That’s really sweet Daryl.”

He grunted. And grabbed the box, and led the way back to the main cells. Towards the one with the crib in it.

He told you that you had ‘creative freedom’ with it. Not that you were extremely creative. But you tried your hardest. There was a surprising amount of paints and colours that were able to be mixed up and create a rather impressive, prison cell, nursery mural. At least in your opinion.

Daryl sat on the bunk bed and handed you a piece of licorice every now and then. He talked about the traps he’d set up in the woods outside of the yard. And some other things he thought that Rick should prioritize around the prison. With your focus on the wall, he chatted away, despite his regularly quiet nature. It was refreshing to hear him talk with no real point of the conversation. Just out of boredom.

“What do ya think?” you finally asked him, pointing your paint brush up at the paint covered cement.

He nodded.

“Looks good. Think Rick will like it?”

“I think so… ” You turned back to the wall and inspected your artwork. Not bad for your first mural.

Rick would love it. Even if he didn't really like the art, he'd like it just because you painted it.

The hands on your waist made you jump slightly. You turned your head back and Daryl immediately caught your lips with his own. Spinning yourself around, you dropped your brush on the ground, cold paint splattered onto your bare feet. But Daryl didn't notice or care and his hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you in.

A small part of you wanted to run. To tell him that you shouldn't. To go find Rick and beg him for another escape to the break room. You thought about his arms and his hands and his lips against your skin.

But for whatever reason you leaned into Daryl’s touch as he backed you both up against the bunk bed. Following his queues and climbing on top of him in between fast and messy kisses. When you felt his noticeable hard on grind up against you, a quiet moan escaped his mouth. You grabbed at his buckle, and pushed his jeans down just enough to allow you the access you needed. You pulled your panties to the side and sank down on him slowly. A gasp leaving your mouth as you did. He swore under his breath and started moving, bucking up into you. Your dress was bunched up above your ass. His hands pulled you down and created a rhythm that you both found gratifying. Your orgasm started to build and you realized that it would be quick. It was something you two had perfected all those nights that you were longing for a married man, when Daryl was the only one who could even attempt at filling the void.

And when he came with your name on his lips you couldn't help but feel a little guilty when Rick’s almost escaped yours.

Daryl always got the job done. He’d made you come more times than you could count. But there wasn't a void to be filled anymore. You had Rick now.

And Rick could just look at you right and have your legs buckling. Being with him always made your head feel cloudy and your skin feel hot. Time seemed to slow down at his touch.

It just wasn't the same.

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“You did this?” Rick held Judith in his arms and looked over at you, at the doorway of the cell.

You nodded. “It was Daryl's idea really.”

“I'll have to thank him.”

You approached him and admired the mural together.

An orangey yellow sunset overlooked a field with a white house and a barn off to the side. Hershel’s farm. That's what you'd painted. Or tried to anyways. It wasn't gallery worthy by any means. But it was pretty, and it did resemble the farm.

“I think she’ll love it.” Rick put Judith down to sleep and then tugged you gently away from the room.

In the isolated break room bed, Rick’s hand trailed up your bare skin, tickling your side and sending tingles down your spine. Your eyelids were already heavy.

“I’m sorry I didn't spend the day with you,” he spoke softly, further adding to your relaxed state.

“It's okay,” You tried to hide your disappointment. “You're a busy man. Lots of responsibilities. Things to take care of…”

He thought for a moment and nodded. He saw through you though.

“I’m sure I could have found a way to keep busy here though. Taking care of something else…” His fingers trailed back down and rested on your waist. You shuddered slightly. It was your turn to nod.

“So make it up to me.” you whispered and stared into his pretty blue eyes, looking over at you with an unmistakable desire.

“I will,” he grabbed your waist, pulling you on top of him so that his lips grazed yours. “I promise.”

You leaned in and kissed him. Accepting his apology the best way you knew how. Your body melted into his as his hands grabbed at your skin and his mouth moved against your own. He took ahold of your hips, and ground you against his lap, earning a muted moan.

Whatever it was that he had to make up for, you had forgotten by the time he was inside of you. He pulled your hips down to meet his thrusts and kissed his way up your neck, making sweet little marks that threatened to show in the morning.

Maybe you were in a trance. Spellbound or something. It was the only reasonable explanation.

He had you wrapped around his finger, and tangled in his bedsheets, and there was absolutely nothing that felt as good as that.

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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Vigilant (sex and zombies- chapter 8)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader x Daryl}

summary- Rick may or may not be developing some minor control issues.

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI! threesome, dp, anal sex, very filthy rickyl threesome

notes- Fully just an excuse for a threesome <3

You couldn't help but feel a little frustrated at the newfound lack of privacy within the prison walls.

It wasn't something you'd thought about before they all settled in, but the complete invasion of space and privacy had hit you hard with the acceptance of the newest community members. And since the prison had filled right up, it made sneaking away with Rick more and more difficult with every night. Your visits had become less routine, and more of an occasional thing. And while that bothered you both, there really were larger issues at hand.

The clusters of walkers were a never-ending threat to the safety of the entire prison. Glenn and Maggie mentioned over supper that they had passed a construction depot a few days ago, and decided that would be the best bet at finding some supplies. The reinforcements on the fence needed to be dealt with immediately, and everyone could see it. So as the crew was gearing up to leave in the morning, you joined them with your bag on your back and a machete in your belt.

"No." Rick glanced up from loading his gun when he saw you approach. "You're staying here."

"What? Why?"

"There's too many of us going already. You can stay here and hold down the fort."

"But Carol's already staying. And Hershel and-" You countered. You needed to leave the walls. You were beginning to feel like a zoo animal. Every day, rotting corpses watched you garden through their viewing point at the fence.

Before Rick could object again, the sound of wheels on the gravel grabbed your attention.

"Hop on." Daryl rolled his bike towards you both, motioning you to join him.

"Absolutely not." Rick stood his ground. You couldn't help the scoff that left your mouth. He could be so unreasonable. You wanted to leave.

"She can hold her own, man." Daryl spoke up before you had the chance.

"I know that. I just think she should stay here with Carl and Judith, there's too many of us leaving and if something-"

“Why don’t you quit tryna make decisions for her. You ain't in charge anymore, remember?"

Ricks jaw clenched and you wanted to crawl into a hole and sleep forever. Too much testosterone in this prison. It wasn't the first argument between them in the last few weeks, and definitely wouldn't be the last.

Daryl was becoming more and more irritated with you and Rick as the weeks went on. His frustrations taken out in the form of snide comments and rolled eyes.

Maggie, Glenn, and Michonne watched the encounter from the trucks on the driveway. If you did join, the whole trip would be a 'who's dick is bigger’ contest for the two men. And you didn't really care to be the the judge anymore. But you were sick of both of them thinking they could tell you what to do. When it came to the bedroom, you were more than willing. But Daryl was right, you could hold your own. And you actually wanted on the run. You needed some fresh air. Away from all the kids and former Woodbury citizens who never shut the hell up. You missed your original group and the quiet solitude that came with them. The privacy...

"I'm going ok? I'll ride with Maggie and Glenn." You started to make your way to the car at the gate. The sound of the men bickering was still behind you as you passed the courtyard gate.

"Hey!" Rick called your name from behind you. Jogging to catch up next to you. "Why can't you just stay here where it's safe, huh?" He moved in front of you, blocking your path.

"I feel like I'm trapped inside this fence Rick. And these people and their bratty children are driving me insane." You crossed your arms and looked at him with a defiant stare. "It's just a run, something I've done a hundred times before. If it's so unsafe then no-one should be going, don't you think?"

He scowled and looked around at the group waiting for you both at the gates. After a moment he rolled his eyes.

"Fine." He knew you didn't need permission, but he gave it to you anyway. He placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you down the rest of the gravel path. "But you're riding with me."

You bit back your smile as he opened the truck door.

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"All right everyone, let's focus on getting the trailers filled first. We're grabbing all the lumber and tools we can fit. Then we can focus on the rest. Weapons, batteries, appliances, anything you think could be of use, and that fits in your bag." Rick announced to the group, circled around the main entrance of the hardware store. It was huge. And for whatever reason, seemed to be skipped when the initial shitstorm of an apocalypse had hit. Once you all entered, it didn't even look like it had been raided at all yet.

The group cleared the dozen walkers in the store effortlessly. Once Rick and Glenn finished with their thorough check of the building, you decided to venture off on your own. Towards the sign reading 'garden centre'. If Rick was going to keep trying to turn you into a farmer, you at least wanted a slightly more diverse palette of fruits and veggies to tend to. And to eat. Well mostly to eat.

While sifting through the packets of seeds on a stand, you daydreamed about eating raspberries, freshly picked and still warm from the sun. The thought of their sweet juice made your mouth water.

You grabbed the entire shelf full of seeds, and began packing them into your bag.

“Radishes?” Daryl’s voice made you turn. He was holding a packet of seeds that fell into the floor.

“Mhm, they’re good for you.” You snatched the packet from him and zipped up your bag. Moving towards the aisle with the gardening tools.

“Gross.” He followed you closely, as you inspected the tools and fertilizer on the shelves.

“They can actually be really good. I didn’t think possums were very tasty before I met you, but here we are,”

You could practically hear Daryl roll his eyes.

“Rick sure has you working out there a lot, you some kind of farmer now? How do you like being his little minion, picking weeds all day?” “Beats skinning squirrels with your ass.” You shot back. As soon as you stopped sleeping with him, his attitude went right back to how it used to be. Picking fights and being a prick. “You’re eatin’ the damn squirrels.”

“Oh shut up, seriously what is up your ass lately?”

“What’s up my ass? What’s up yours? You were all over me a few weeks ago and now you can’t even handle a little friendly banter.”

Daryl opened a door at the back of the aisle.

”We didn’t clear that room Daryl it could be-“

But he ignored you. Instead took off with his bow up, and ready. You swore under your breath and went after him.

“Seriously?”

Daryl had already taken the two walkers down, and was retrieving his arrows from their rotting skulls. The room was windowless, and contained a bunch of shelves. Most were empty, and a few were filled with cardboard boxes.

“Okay there’s nothing here so let’s just go back,” you tugged on his long sleeve. But instead of listening he just used your hand and dragged you further into the dark storage room.

”Daryl we should go back it’s not-“

With your attention on Daryl, a cold hand grabbed at your shoulder.

”Fuck!” You stumbled at the sudden pull on your arm and twisted around, quickly grabbing the machete from your belt. You could hear Daryl telling you to move but you swung instead, your blade slicing through the things skull like butter.

"-as I was saying," you pulled the knife out of the walker with a splat of blood hitting your face, "It's not safe in here." The body thunked to the ground.

He was only looking at you, crossbow loaded and ready to fire. But there was a hint of amusement written on his face.

“You’re no fuckin' fun anymore.” He gently approached, urging you backwards, until you were shoved up against a storage shelf. The metal cold on your skin.

"Daryl can we please just get out of here."

”You used to be so fun,” his voice was low and suggestive, “Before, when he barely payed any attention to you. You used to sneak around and do whatever bullshit I wanted.”

"Yeah well, things are different now, so just… get out of my face.” You turned your head but he brought his hand up, and his fingers closed around your jaw, pulling your attention back to his face.

"Yeah they are different now. He ruined you."

"Excuse me?"

"You know exactly what I mean. You're his little puppy dog now. Never used to take shit from me, but you will from him? What could he possibly be doing to have you actin’ like such a loyal little slut-"

"Daryl." There was a warning in your voice. His eyes widened.

"Oh my god. I'm right aren't I? He's fucking you isn't he?" He must have sensed some sort of confession through your uncomfortable demeanour. "Makes sense I guess. The way you've been avoiding me, turning me down."

"Can we drop this please?" You grabbed at his wrist, and pulled his grip off your face.

"Did he tell you not to see me anymore?"

"No," you smacked at the hand trying to grab at your jacket. "I chose to stop ok? He didn't force me to do anything."

From the doorway, you both heard the faint sound of someone yelling, trying to get the group rounded up. Daryl's eyes rolled and shook his head. You pushed him away and started to make your way to the door. He kept up with your pace, right at your side.

"You've always been obsessed with him, I shoulda known." His voice was almost a whisper and you just wanted to smack him.

"Fuck off. Can we please just keep this between us?"

He huffed but couldn't hide the tiny laugh that escaped. "Typical."

"What happened?" Rick asked as you approached his truck. His hand came up to your face and wiped the tiny smear of blood.

"Nothing she couldn't handle." Daryl brushed by him on the way to his bike. Rick's face twitched in irritation but he kept his attention on you.

"Get inside." He opened the door of the truck and nudged you inside. Slammed it, walked around, and got in on the other side.

The ride back home was uncomfortably tense.

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The team got the new reinforcements up in two days. They seemed to be working really well. Looked and felt sturdy enough. Only time would tell.

You watched a small cluster of walkers gnaw at the fence from your viewpoint up on the watchtower. Your attention suddenly caught by some movement around the inside fence. No one should be out here except for you. You squinted at the figure in the dark.

Typically Rick didn’t like you being on watch outside all alone, but he had no good excuse as to why you shouldn’t. You really could hold your own. And even he knew it.

Besides, most nights nothing happened. The point of watch had turned into making sure the fence and reinforcements were actually holding. Stabbing the walkers through the fence during the day only did so much. But now someone was in the yard. Setting your rifle up on the ledge of the railing, you peered through the scope, trying to get a better look at who might be out there.

Finally they moved again. And the crossbow on their back gave them away.

Just Daryl. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He had some small furry animal in his hands. Probably on his way back from checking a trap. Kind of late for that though.

You waved at Daryl once it seemed like he might be able to see you from the yard. He did, but didn’t wave back. A few moments later you heard the door to the watch tower creak open and you were joined by his company.

“Hey,” he sat on the desk in the tower. A dead rabbit plopped down right beside him.

“Hey…”

“Didn’t think you were even allowed up here. Let alone at this hour.” His passive aggressive tone accompanied by a scowl.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

A dry laugh escaped his lips. “Oh come on,”

You raised your eyebrow. You knew what he meant but you just wanted to hear it.

“He’s controlling. It’s toxic.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Toxic. Rich coming from Daryl. The one who used to pick fights only to fuck an apology out of you the same night.

“He is not toxic. And trust me he is not controlling.” He might have been a bit protective as of late but he didn't control you. Not the way Daryl was implying. Rick made it clear that you were the one that makes decisions for yourself. It didn't mean he was happy about it when you decided to go against what he might want. But that rarely happened anyway. The run to the hardware store was the first time you really had to put your foot down.

“He’s just… protective.” You put the rifle down, propped up against the wall of the tower. You should be watching the yard, but you really missed Rick lately. He'd been busy putting up the fence reinforcements and hadn't really spoken to you since the run. So if Daryl wanted to talk about him now, you didn't care to object.

“He is controlling. That’s exactly how he is. He’s a cop, that’s like their thing. Hell It’s his whole personality, are you kidding?” Daryl’s voice raised slightly. “And you know what? When I confronted him about it, he didn’t even deny it. Didn’t make a single excuse. You just don’t see it cause you’re too dumbstruck by his-“

“You talked to him about me?”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself.”

“Daryl seriously...”

“What we ain’t allowed to talk? Just cause we’re both fuckin' you doesn’t mean we gotta be sworn enemies or some shit,”

“Then what is the big deal? He's a good guy. He's protective and caring and-”

“He doesn't want you to do anything except pick weeds for Christ's sake! It’s getting in the way of the important shit.”

“Why the hell do you even care? It doesn't affect you! Are you mad or something? That I listen to him better than I ever did to you?”

That struck a nerve.

“I had you first don’t you fuckin’ forget it-“

“Don’t be so crude.” You were in front of him now, settled between his legs as he sat on the desk. “‘Sharing is caring’ right?”

“Oh fuck off,” his tone had settled. He wasn’t really mad. He glanced down your shirt. A clear view from his angle. He was just sexually frustrated. You hadn't seen him in weeks. Not alone anyway. Not like you used to.

“He doesn’t want anything bad to happen to me. That’s all.”

“So?! I don’t want anything bad to happen to you either but I wouldn't wanna keep you locked up in here like some pet ,” he nearly spat the last word.

“Daryl he doesn't…”

“What do you even see in him?”

Jealousy was an interesting look on Daryl. Something you never really thought you’d see. And for some unknown reason, it turned you on.

“See in who?” A voice from the doorway startled you. An adrenaline surge straightened your spine, and you turned to focus on Rick's face.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that,” you pointed out. But Rick wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at Daryl. You backed away as he slid off the desk. Leaning against it instead.

“You should be watching the yard.”

“I am.”

“Seems like you're gossiping with Daryl.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching back for your rifle. But Rick grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back towards him.

“You know,” he started. Hand reaching up to caress your cheek gently. “Me and Daryl here get along a lot better than you might realize,” Rick's hand was pulling your chin up to look at him. Wanting to lean into his touch but avoiding it due to the audience you had.

“Isn’t that right Daryl?” He glanced at the man, now standing in front of the desk. A weird cloud of tension filled the room.

You looked over at Daryl but he was hard to read. He wasn’t uncomfortable. But he seemed a little shy. The nod of his head almost escaped your notice.

"He only really acts like an asshole when you're around."

Daryl only scowled.

Rick turned his attention back to you. "We're actually pretty good friends most of the time. When you aren't here at least. Funny isn't it."

You stayed silent. Unsure what Rick was getting at. His hands started to make their way down to your hips, pulling you towards him,

“Rick what are you doing?"

Instead of answering, he looked over at Daryl.

“I'm not sure that she believes me. Why don't we show her just how well we can get along."

His tone was suggestive. And you don’t even know how to feel about the whole situation. But before you could react, Rick turned you by the shoulders and urged you towards the other man with a gentle push.

You hesitated, and looked over your shoulder. Assuring his permission. Rick's nod and lust filled eyes were all you needed.

You reached a timid Daryl, still leaned against the desk. Slowly you grabbed his hand and placed it around your waist. Closing the space between you. Daryl’s eyes kept shifting. Torn between wanting to focus on the attention you were about to give him, and the hot gaze of the man behind you.

You closed the space between your lips, kissing him softly. Something you’d hardly really done despite your history together. His other hand instantly went to your neck. Pulling you in deeper.

You reached for his belt. What the hell were you doing.

Once you had Daryl’s buckle undone and a hand palming his hard on, you felt Rick's body press against your back. Lips going to your neck and hands holding onto your hips. You could feel his cock through his jeans, pressed up against your ass. Begging to be inside of you.

Daryl moved his mouth down to your chest, nipping at the sensitive skin. Allowing you to turn your head back and catch Rick's lips. You could feel the smirk on his face. He kissed you over your shoulder and peeled your shirt up and off, discarding it onto the ground.

The men shared a playful look before your jeans were being pulled down. Adding to the pile of clothes on the floor. You were positive that Daryl would be able to feel your heartbeat through your chest. Nerves heightened by the two men who knew your body the best.

“Sit down” you hear Rick order at Daryl. Fortunately, Daryl was too busy anticipating a potential orgasm to be bothered at the aspect of being bossed around.

So he sat in the office chair beside the desk, and Rick's hand on your shoulder pushed you down to your knees right in between Daryl’s legs. Putting you exactly where you belonged.

Daryl lifted his hips slightly to allow you to tug his jeans far enough to reach what you needed. And taking his cock in your hand, you focused on his face, holding eye contact while you licked and kissed your way up his shaft. It was something you didn’t even know if he enjoyed, since you usually just went straight into it. But the way he threw his head back and tangled his fingers into your hair assured you that he did.

You knew Daryl well by now. You could generally make him come in under two minutes. But for some reason, Rick's presence made you want to put on a show. You wondered if he liked it. If it turned him on to watch you with another man.

The hands peeling off your panties, hinted at an answer. Rick was knelt right behind you, and his fingers were tickling their way up your legs, brushing your clit and teasing your entrance.

You decided to quit teasing Daryl and allow his grip on your hair to pull your mouth fully onto his cock. Bobbing up and down in a rhythm you’d perfected so well. A moan escaped you before you even realized what had touched you. A tongue making its way up your slit.

Rick was eating you out from behind. And with a cock in your mouth and a tongue on your cunt, you were fucking aching. You looked up through long lashes to see Daryl watching the show behind you with slightly parted lips.

He was close already.

You could hear his labored breath and grunts. His arm muscles continuously flexed, holding you down. Your moans intensifying as Rick switched to use his fingers. Fucking you from behind. You slowed your pace on Daryl and eventually replaced your mouth with a hand, catching a breath and turning back towards Rick.

“Please…” you needed to be filled. His fingers were skilled, but he knew what you really wanted.

Instead of shoving his cock in you and fucking you senseless, he shook his head.

“Unless Daryl has an issue with you being told what to do, you better focus on him. Not me.”

You could see Daryl scowling when you turned around but the second you continued sucking him off, he couldn’t be bothered.

The determination to receive his reward had spit running down your chin and sounds you’d normally be embarrassed to have made, pouring out of you. As you kept going, Rick kept going. Pumping his fingers in and out. You could hear him tear open a condom. And finally, the fingers were replaced with his tip.

“Fuck I’m-“ Daryl tried to warn you. As Rick pushed into you from behind, Daryl came in your mouth, hand gripping your hair so tight your eyes watered. Keeping your mouth wrapped around him until the final drop. You swallowed it all. Coming up for air you moaned at the feeling of the forceful thrusts. Face immediately buried into Daryl’s thigh.

Rick only gave you a moment before he reached over top of you and pulled at Daryl’s shirt, urging him downwards onto the floor. You took the hint and helped Daryl maneuver underneath you, while Rick continued to fuck you. Daryl moved into a position, underneath you, where you were basically straddling him. Kissing him sloppily in between moans. His dick already getting hard again.

Rick slid out of you and pulled you up by your hair. Earning a small yelp from you.

“Ride him.”

It was an order.

And since you were such a good girl who does as she’s told, you obeyed.

You guided Daryl’s cock to your slick entrance and even Rick noticed the gasp he made when you sunk down onto him.

“Fuck,” the man underneath you muttered.

You turned back to Rick who was slowly stroking himself, watching you intently. Daryl started to buck up into you. A surprise sob leaving your mouth from the new angle. Rick ate it up with a wide grin. He aligned himself with your ass.

“Wait no I-“

“Shhh-“ he kissed you, one hand grabbing your face and the other attempting to stretch out your hole. The one that wasn't being pounded into from below.

“It’s not gonna fit-“ you tried telling Rick but the digit moving inside of you proved otherwise.

He spit on his hand, lubing himself up for you. At least he cared about your comfort right?

“I’ll go slow I promise,”

And he did. He inched his way into your tight hole, stretching you to a limit you’d never experienced. It was honestly painful.

Until it wasn’t.

“Oh my god.” A low whine dragged from your throat.

With two cocks stuffed deep inside you, the men took it on their own to create a rhythm. Coordinating their thrusts for your absolute pleasure.

At your sweet moans of gratitude, Rick kissed your shoulder.

“Such a good girl for us. Isn’t that right?”

“So fucking good,” Daryl agreed with him.

“Yes, I- " you started to respond but he pulled you down to kiss him. Shutting you up for the moment at least.

As they fucked you, the noises you made were downright unholy and there was nothing you could to do stop them. Rick finally forced a hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle them.

An orgasm ripped through you quicker than you’d ever know possible.

And yet both men continued to pound into you until you were a writhing, crying mess of sobs and tremors.

You squeezed your eyes shut as your final orgasm took over and you felt Rick come, his hips jutting forward as he buried himself inside of you. Daryl pulled out and came with a moan, on both of your stomachs.

Shaking and coming down from your high, you mustered up the strength to lift off of Daryl's lap, and as soon as Rick pulled out and tossed his condom away, the three of you collapsed onto the floor of the watchtower. Though it wasn’t the comfiest thing, you were too tired to object. While you caught your breath, Rick covered you with his jacket, and sweet kisses fluttered down your neck. His touch had turned ever so gentle as you melted into him.

“Are you okay?” He wiped a tear you hadn't registered off your face. You felt like you’d run a marathon. Every muscle in your legs hurt.

“Uhuh” you nodded and caught his lips, desperate for more, even after being destroyed.

“And you?” Rick pulled away, only to look over at Daryl who had zipped himself back up with a crimson blush covering his cheeks.

He grunted in response, and sat up slightly against the desk behind you. Your bodies still touching.

“Still think I’m controlling?” Rick gave Daryl a smirk. All that did was make the other man roll his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice the slightest pull of a smile at his lips.

You didn’t remember falling asleep. But it was obvious in the morning that someone had dressed you and carried you to your own bed. Tucked you in with a kiss and never brought it up the following day.

Your ass hurt for a week after that.

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Longing (sex and zombies-chapter 3)

(all chapters here)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- A girl can dream right?

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI, though no actual smut in this chapter, it is still suggestive.

“Hunny, why on earth would you sleep in that thing?” Lori brushed your hair out of your face. She treated you like her kid. It kind of threw you off. Seeing as you daydreamed about her husband and all. Whether she could tell or not it didn’t show.

But she’d cut your hair. Clean your clothes. Check on you like a mom. And the weirdest part is that you liked it. Made you feel safe. Well, not the same safe that Rick or Daryl made you feel. But one that comforted you in a way only a mom could.

“Daryl was snoring.” you give her a weak smile and follow her into the house.

“Go shower sweetie, your hair is all funky. Shane just finished up.”

She motioned upstairs. You could use a shower. She was right. “I’ll go grab my clothes-”

“Already did,” she handed you the pile she’d picked out. Like you were in third grade again. Mom picking out your outfit. You glanced at Rick who was grabbing a plate of food.

You mumbled a thank you and headed to the shower. Passing Shane on the way down.

“Princess sleep ok last night?” he teased and ruffled your bed head some more. You rolled your eyes but continued up the stairs.

Maggie was criss cross applesauce on her bed when she spoke, “We saw you you know.” She didn’t look up from her toes.

“Who?” You leaned against her doorway.

“You and Daryl. In the truck”

“Not who did you see. Who is ‘we’?”

“Oh.” She looked up at you. “Me and Glenn.” The slightest blush found her cheeks.

Whatever. Word was bound to get around at some point. It was honestly impressive that you'd kept it on the low for as long as you had. You shrugged.

“Want yours?” She motioned to the nail polish bin on her bed.

“After?” You motioned to the shower and she nodded.

There was still steam from Shane’s shower. It smelled like man, maybe old spice, something delicious. You washed your hair, combed the conditioner through. Letting the water wash away your thoughts of Daryl and the smell of the leather truck seats.

Taking the sweetest smelling body wash you could find, velvet cupcake something or other, you scrubbed every inch of your body. Down to your bare toes.

You dried off and dressed in the very modest Jeans and t-shirt that Lori had picked out.You skipped the bra, throwing it onto Maggie’s bed instead. Maggie painted your toenails a bubble gum pink. She was sweet to you, treated you like a sister. It clearly came easy to her.

“Sooo… was he any good?” She asked with a smirk.

You didn’t want to smile but it happened anyway.

She smacked your arm lightly. “You dirty little-“

You chuckled, rubbing the spot she’d hit.

“Maggie! Beth!” Hershel called from the main level.

“You better tell me more later.” She whispered and shot off the bed heading downstairs. You followed after. Not without a quick spray of perfume from her dresser though. Now that you smelled like a cupcake and marshmallows, maybe Rick would be even more inclined to let his touch linger on your back as he walked by. Or lean down to talk in your ear when you pretended you couldn’t hear him that well. A girl can dream right?

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Two pancakes. One egg. Handful of Raspberries. Breakfast was amazing. You couldn’t lie, Carol could cook. Shane dipped his pancake in your syrup earning a playful scowl from yourself.

“How’s the cushions in that pickup ?” He asked, a flirty grin forming on his face. “They uh,” his gaze glanced at Daryl from across the room, “...nice and comfy?”

He knew too. Jesus Christ. Not a single secret could be kept on this damn farm.

“Comfier than your bed...” you mumble under your breath. But he heard. Earned you a kick under the table too.You glared at him but your smile escaped anyway.

“They were fine thanks for asking,” you straightened up and said a little louder, letting Daryl and Lori both hear the answer to the question they’d clearly heard.

“Slept like a baby.” You made eye contact with Daryl. He grunted and ate another pancake.

“You gonna help me n’ Rick with that barn?” Shane changed the subject.

“Mhm” you nod with a mouth full of pancake.

“Alright we’ll meet you out there in 20?” He got up and patted your shoulder. Shane didn’t need an answer,he knew you'd be there in 10.

It was hot. The sun was already blaring down on the field. Everyone was outside, gardening, washing clothes. Doing anything to help keep busy.

Gravel crunched beneath your shoes as you rounded the little barn.

“I thought you were gonna stay inside, and help the Greene’s?” Rick asked as you approached his work bench behind the barn.

“Shane wanted me here.”

“Is that right?” His eyebrow raised.

You nod.

“Okay well you're sanding then” It was clear he was trying not to smile as he shook his head.

You helped the men with the barn. Mostly sanding boards and grabbing tools. Sometimes Shane would make you climb up there with him to hold something in place while he hammered. Lori brought out some sandwiches and water at lunch. You laid on the roof soaking in the heat of the day. Your shirt became shorter and shorter as you lifted it up your stomach. Allowing the sun to warm as much skin as possible.

You eavesdropped on the conversation below you. Starting out rather innocent until Shane brought up the truck.

“You know they did it last night right? Good ol’ make up sex,” he bit another piece of his sandwich off.

“Shh man she can hear you” Rick shushed the man.

“Nah she can’t. She’s in her own little world up there trust me.”

A long pause. Rick pretended not to care. But he wasn't doing a great job.

“Did you see them?” He finally asked.

“Nah but Glenn told me he saw Daryl dragging her over there and then, well the damn truck started shaking man”

“And this is relevant how?”

“Oh come one, if he could pull her? You could have your way with her too. I’m sure she’d let you,” he paused.

“…little cocktease like her, roaming around the camp in her short shorts and you’re telling me you haven’t even thought about it?”

No answer.

“Not even when she wears them little sundresses?”

“I’m married.”

“We’ll I ain’t. And goddamnit Ricky I wanna taste that sweet- “

“Shane!”

Shane laughed and you couldn’t help but smile up at the clouds. Rick didn’t say no. You knew he’d thought about it. Maybe in Atlanta before. Maybe in the closet. Maybe on another run or hike through the woods. Even just around the farm when you’d catch him looking at your chest, glistening from sweat. His gaze dipping lower, going as far as to notice there wasn’t a bra underneath your tank top.

After lunch, Shane nailed another board into the roof. How long would this take? You were starting to sweat.

“You gonna tell me about it or make me torture it outta you?” Shane asked looking up at you. Confused, you raise an eyebrow. He licked his lips.

“Daryl? Really?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Musta been good if you forgave him already,”

"I haven't." But you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I mean how was he? Honestly I thought the kid was a virgin. Beats me.” He hammered another mail. “Did you… did he make you… you know?”

“God Shane!” You smacked his forearm.

“Aw come on baby girl, I’m just teasin’” His voice lowered, so Rick wouldn’t hear him from the ground. A tiny smile pulled at your lips as you looked up at the man. Your mind wandered to thoughts of him and Rick both taking you in the back of some clothing store, out on a run. Their hands and mouths torturing your body, earning those sounds you couldn’t ever keep in. A fantasy that you’d had the time to perfect in your couple days of sulking in solitude.

Around the fire that night you laid your head in Shane’s lap, facing Lori and Rick. Both of whom seemed a little annoyed by it. Shanes hand rubbing your scalp and playing with your hair mindlessly as he kept a conversation with Dale about some part he needed for the RV.

You thought about how you’d probably end up sleeping in the truck again. You were too sore to let Daryl even think about dragging you for another “walk”.

Lori took Carl to bed. The other women shortly after. It was just you, Rick, Daryl, and Shane. Wonderful. Tension in the air thick as honey, you felt it was your best bet to try and escape.

“Night” you try to leave the fire pit but Shane grabs your hand bringing you back down next to him.

“Where do you think you're going?”

“Bed.” you brush him off again.

“Who’s?” He looked at Daryl briefly. Then to Rick. Then back to you.

“Ugh,” you couldn’t even help the scoff that left your mouth. What an instigator.

Leaving the three men to talk amongst themselves, you grabbed Daryl’s spare sleeping bag and his pillow and walked along the driveway down to the truck. Setting up a cozy little nest. It would have to do.

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You woke up early. The birds chirping in the trees couldn’t help but make you smile. You slipped your shoes on and went for a walk around the house. Went to the stables. Quick hello to the horses. Then circled back to Daryl’s tent. You needed some new clothes.

Stepping into the tent, Daryl’s back peaked through his sleeping bag. Eyeing his tattoo and the scars covering his shoulder blade, you grabbed your whole bag, you’d go to the house to change. Let the man sleep. Not that he normally let you.

Everyone wanted to join the run that day. For the motorhome part. If Hershel wanted your group gone, then you would need a reliable ride. And the RV had been acting up lately according to Dale. So the run was for car parts and batteries. And if you were lucky maybe a vibrator. That’d help keep you out of anyone's tent.

Reluctantly, you were allowed to join the run.

“Sweetie you’ve had a tough couple weeks, maybe you should rest here?” Lori suggested. Looking for Sophia, the guys at the bar. And then… well, another run in with random men who’d probably want to hurt you, had they been smart enough to open the closet door.

“I am over rested at this point” you groan.

“She’ll be good, little fresh air never killed no one” Shane responded. Rick nodded in agreement.

“I’ll come too,” Maggie, out of breath, jogged up to the truck, surrounding the little group. “Daddy made me a list so…”

“Alright that’s enough then. Otherwise we’re leaving your father to protect the place all alone.”

You, Daryl, Rick, Shane, Dale, Glenn, and Maggie now. Kind of a big group for a little run. But everyone was getting antsy at the farm. Andrea was only alright with it after being told she could do gun training with the Greene’s that day.

No luck with the vibrator. Not that you’d expected it. But it woulda been a nice surprise. In fact, the run had been kind of a bust. Dale hadnt found the part he needed, and a hoard of walkers came through the town, blocking you all in the dealership. Forced to wait it out. Thankfully it wasn’t going towards the farm. But you waited for what seemed like hours. Glenn and Maggie had disappeared to the break room. Shane and Dale were caught up in conversation about lord knows what. You couldn’t see them, hidden in one of the display cars. You were sitting right next to Rick on the ground of the dealership, behind the receptionist desk. Everyone hidden from the walls. No walkers could see in.

“You don’t have to sleep in that thing, ” Rick scratched at a splotch of dirt on your pant leg. “Shane said his tent has room.” Of course he would. He’d offered his tent up even before the farm. And honestly, Shanes tent started to sound like a nice change after being fucked and left in a truck.

“It’s not so bad.” You lied.

“You really still that mad at Daryl?”

You shrugged. Kinda. Not really. But he had acted like a complete asshole.

Rick's hand started to make its way up and down your thigh, rubbing mindlessly. Pushing a limit even you could see.

“It’s not the comfiest thing in the world…” you say softly, looking up at the man.

“I can’t imagine.”

You rolled your eyes. Which earned a quiet laugh from Rick.

“He didn’t mean those things,” Rick offered. Maybe he hadn’t. Those harsh words when you’d finally gotten back from your run. The one that didn't… go according to plan.

“Doesn’t matter. He was right,”

He’d yelled at you in front of everyone. Made a big scene. And then spat the most hurtful choice of words he could. You made it back alive, and he didn’t even seem to acknowledge that.

“He was worried about you. We all were. He just… expresses that differently.”

You nodded, looking down at the hand on your leg.

You stayed there for a few minutes. Not talking. Just enjoying the feeling of Rick's touch.

You didn’t realize how close you were to Rick until you felt your foot fall asleep. In an attempt to switch positions, you lost your balance, falling into the man. Both of your eyes wide, staying still and quiet to make sure you hadn’t made too much noise. Moving only when it was safe, into a comfier position. And that was basically laying on top of Rick at that point. His hands on your waist, as he kept glancing down between you, breathing slowly. But your hands were on his chest, and your legs tangled in his. And…well you couldn’t help it. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. A single soft, gentle peck. Then a deep breath.

He shook his head. Not now. But even then, he let you stay on top of him, pulled you in closer even.

Tucking your head under his chin, he rubbed up and down your arms and your back, and though he’d never admit it, you could feel him underneath you. It took everything in you not to move your hips against him. What you didn’t know was that it took everything in him not to move them for you.

When the hoard let up, you’d all loaded into the vehicle, practically empty handed.

Every time Rick shifted gears, his hand would brush your knee. Sometimes he’d even keep it there. Shane, on the other side of you, toyed with a small rip in your jeans, furthering the damage to the denim. You squeezed your legs together at one point when both mens hands were on you. Desperately trying to get some sort of relief. That earned a smirk from them both.

Knowing exactly what they were doing to you.

(next chapter)

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Sultry (sex and zombies- chapter 5)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader)

summary- Rick sneaks you away for some much needed alone time.

warnings- 18+ content. seriously. MDNI! smut, oral (reader receiving), squirting, overstimulation...

Fuck it was hot out.

And you would have loved nothing more than to run through a sprinkler or jump in a lake. It’s what you’d been fantasizing about all morning.

Along with a few other things involving the man working just ten feet beside you. You were on garden duty. Again. And the heat was almost intolerable. Though Daryl had found you an awesome, and rather vulgar, ball cap for when you were forced into manual labor in the blistering Georgia sun.

Rick didn’t seem to notice your obvious need to cool down. He wiped his brow with his forearm and glanced your way. Only making you redder from the blush on your cheeks.

But he caught you looking and had started to approach. It was just so much easier to focus on him than the carrots.

The way his sweat made his shirt cling to his body. The veins in his arms, so apparent as he raked or shovelled or did whatever the hell he was doing. And then that look he gave you. That look. Full of connotations and meaning. Telling you everything and nothing all at the same time. Almost a smirk but holding back. And maybe you were the only one who could see it.

“Why don’t you go inside and wash up,” he stood over you blocking the sun. You looked up at him. Secretly loving this angle.

He continued, “Daryl caught a deer earlier. Think supper should be ready soon.” He sort of half pointed in the direction of the courtyard. Where Carol and Daryl could be seen prepping the deer for cooking.

“Okay,” you nodded and stood to your feet. Rick stepped closer, looked around and when he decided that either no one was looking, or that he didn’t care who was, leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“I’ll uh… see you later right?”

Yes. Yes he would. Crawling into his bed and begging him to touch you all over. For weeks he’d been taking any chance he could to get you alone.

“Mhm,” you nod and avoid his tempting glare, making your way to the prison.

You took a cold shower and did everything in your power not to touch yourself. Saving that pent up need for later when you knew that Rick would take care of it. You ate the venison, carrots and potatoes. An actual meal. You’d been having lots of those lately. Daryl’s traps were working and the runs were successful. You sat in the courtyard that night and the heat from the fire was nothing compared to the heat of Ricks stare. He wouldn’t look anywhere else. Even as he rocked his baby to sleep, his gaze was fixed on you.

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At night the prison was pretty quiet. Snoring sounds and giggles here and there were normal. But there really wasn’t much privacy in terms of noise. What was being done in one cell could often be heard in the ones next to it. Sometimes even further.

When you snuck into Rick's cell that night, he put a finger to your mouth, shushing you. He grabbed your hand and took you on a little field trip. It was in a different wing of the prison and you regretted not wearing real shoes instead of your flip flops.

“Rick where are we-”

“Shh” he pulled on your arm and tugged you even further away from the main cells. Finally taking some stairs and arriving at a room way on the other side of the prison. You weren’t even sure this wing of the prison was completely safe. At least you’d never have been a part of clearing it. But Rick would never risk your safety by bringing you here if it wasn’t.

“What do you think?” Rick raised an eyebrow at you when he finally came to a stop.

“W-what is this?” You asked him. Stepping into the room.

“The blueprints say that it's an employee break room. For the guards and nurses I'm assuming.”

It was set up similar to the cells. A bunk bed with two mattresses against the one wall. Except there was real paint on the walls and a writing desk under a window. Plus a small couch on the other side of the room. It felt much cozier than the cell blocks.

“I just thought you might like to escape once in a while. Somewhere that the others don’t know about.” Rick sat on the bed and looked up at you.

“It’s so much nicer than our rooms,” you marveled. Running your hand on the soft duvet. It was so much nicer than your room. And Rick’s. And anyone else’s. It smelled fresh and it was clear that he had cleaned it up just for you.

“I love it,” you smiled as you sat down right next to him.

“I thought you might,” his fingers grazed at your pj shorts. Pulling lightly on the fabric. His touch sent goosebumps down your legs.

It seemed innocent but you knew better.

“You’re getting so tanned,” he traced a pattern onto your thigh. You looked down at your bronzed skin against the white comforter. Watched him trace letters that your eyes couldn't decipher. Butterflies from his touch erupted in your belly.

“Cause you always got me cooking to death out there,” you shot back with a little grin. He smiled.

“You can have tomorrow off,” he offered.

Your eyes widened.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“If I'm not working my ass off tending to the carrots, then what on earth will I do all day?” You left your flip flops on the floor and shifted on the bed, falling back, and down onto the cool, cushiony duvet. Rick kicked his boots off and laid down next to you, propping himself up on an elbow.

“Maybe I’ll take the day off too. We can hangout.”

“Hangout?”

“Sure.” He brushed a strand of hair from your face. Looking at you so intently it made you blush.

“Like old times?” you teased. Referencing your friendship back at the farm. A friendship that from day one you hoped would blossom into something more.

“Something like that,” his voice was a low whisper and he leaned in to kiss you. Starting off as an innocent peck. Then when you kissed him back he took that as permission for more, and his hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you in even closer. Pressing his mouth onto yours and tracing your lips with his tongue. Almost immediately both of your hands found themselves grabbing any part of him accessible. He had one on your waist and your face, and yours were wrapped around his neck, and grasping his arms, pulling him on top of you.

He shifted and cemented a knee in between your legs. Practically grinding into you. The feeling of his denim clad thigh against your thin fabric shorts almost made you moan. To which Rick was able to slip his tongue in your mouth. Massaging your mouth with his own. When he added even more pressure between your legs you actually did moan. Quietly of course.

Rick leaned back and started to undo the buttons on his shirt. “You don’t have to be so quiet in here you know,”

You were used to suppressing your sounds. And honestly that was part of the reason you hadn’t gone too far yet. After he made you come with just two fingers, you didn’t know if you’d be able to take anymore. Not with other people around. As much as the thought of getting caught was somewhat exhilarating, you couldn’t fully relax. And he could feel that.

“Okay,” you pant. Already out of breath. Once Rick's shirt was off his body and on the floor, you reached for his belt but he stopped you.

“Just let me, alright?” He came back down and kissed you again, pausing only to strip you of your own shirt. The cool air made your nipples rise into little buds. He kissed his way down your neck and chest, nipping at the skin to make you gasp. Something he clearly seemed to enjoy.

Finally he made his way down to your shorts, kissing along the waist line and hooking his fingers under the band, he pulled them down gently. Leaving you in just a pair of panties.

“So wet for me already,” he placed a gentle kiss on the fabric covering your clit. You were. And he could see it.

He kept kissing the fabric, putting more or less pressure depending on the reaction he was getting.

“Rick please,” you raised up on your elbow in order to watch him better.

“Nuhuh. Lay back down.” He pushed a hand on your chest, shoving you back down.

He gently tugged at your panties and slid them off. Discarding them alongside the other pile of clothes on the floor. He nestled back in between your legs, propping them up on his shoulders. He blew cold air onto your pussy. Earning a gaspy little moan.

He kissed your inner thighs, nipping and teasing and paying attention to everything except what you needed. Not that you’d stop him. You whined his name.

“You want me to lick you sweetheart?” He whispered, placing another kiss on your sensitive skin.

“Uhuh” you nodded. Hands letting go of the grip they had on the duvet and moving to Rick's head, fingers lacing into his wavy locks.

“Tell me.” He kissed your clit again. More pressure this time.

“So bad. I want it so bad Rick, please,” you whined.

You couldn’t be bothered with the fact that you were begging him. You’d needed a release since well before this morning and his teasing was becoming an actual form of torture.

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely,” then he licked you. Fucking finally.

Your legs tightened around his head.

He flattened his tongue and gave your cunt no mercy. He licked and sucked and ate you as your moans filled the room. Unbothered at the noise this time.

Your hands in his hair pulled him even closer, so that his nose ground against your clit when he started to fuck you with his tongue. That earned him a sob.

He moaned against you and nothing felt as good as that. Knowing how much he enjoyed making you squirm.

He went to focus his attention on your clit and you felt two fingers tracing the wetness at your entrance. He pushed them in with ease and curled upward. Hitting exactly the spot that they needed to.

You cried out and Rick looked up at you. Fingers still curling upward but his mouth was no longer on you.

“You like that?”

You couldn’t even answer as his fingers continued to work. You were so close and his talking made it so much worse. Or better. A drawn-out moan was all you could offer.

“Tell me how much you like it when I touch you,”

“Fuck,” your breathing was heavy but you just wanted a tongue back on your clit. “I love it- I love it when you touch me-” you cried out again at the feeling of him sucking your clit. “When you -oh fuck. Rick I-I-” and your sentence trailed off into a cry. Your orgasm took over and you could feel your thighs starting to shake.

He didn’t stop the assault on your cunt. Despite your hands pushing him away, he continued. Still sucking at your clit and fucking you with his fingers just right. Almost immediately another orgasm hit you and your moans turned into screams. Fuck that felt good.

You pushed at his head and he stopped once he could tell that it was really too much. Leaning up on your elbows, your eyes widened. His face was soaked and so was the blanket beneath him.

“Oh my god,” You could feel the redness on your face “did I -”

He nodded. His pupils were dilated in a way that told you exactly how much he loved that. And while you may have been a little embarrassed about cumming like that, something you didn’t even know you could do, he obviously didn’t care. Actually, he liked it. He dipped his head back down and started to lick you again. Slowly and sensually.

“Rick I can’t it’s- ” you pushed at his head. “It’s too much,”

“I am not stopping until you do that again,” but he moved his assault over to your thigh. Kissing and biting. Giving you a minute to recover at least.

“I don’t think I can I didn't even kn- ”

“You will. Just relax.” He grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them upwards, opening you up completely to him. Everything on display.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispered against your cunt.

He kept his promise and he didn’t let up until you came again, shaking and whimpering and begging him to stop.

He dressed you after, using the duvet to dry both of you off. Then he swapped it with the one on the top bunk and laid next to you, kissing down your neck.

“You alright?” He asked into your shoulder. You were spent. You’d never orgasmed like that before. Never that intense and never that many times in one sitting.

“Mhm” you started to move and pulled at his belt buckle, giving him those eyes you knew he couldn’t resist. Ready to return the favor no matter how tired you were.

But he shook his head and gently grabbed your wrist, halting your attempt at undressing him any further.

“We have all day tomorrow, remember?” he pulled the duvet up to cover you both, and pulled you against his body. And though you would have taken him then and there, sleeping in his arms was just as tempting.

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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Downpour (sex and zombies- chapter 7)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- Reader gets caught in the rain. And again in the shower.

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI! smut, shower sex, getting caught by rick again...

You giggled hard as an arm pulled you around the corner, into a stairwell and out of the rain.

“You are totally soaked!” You laughed at the hair sticking to Daryl’s forehead.

“Oh shut up,” he grumbled.

Both of you were absolutely drenched. Your shirt was definitely see through. And the sound of thunder and rain pouring was not letting up. Everyone saw the lightning hit the tree outside and Rick quickly told you all to get inside. It wasn’t exactly safe to be out in a storm. Not with all the metal surrounding the prison.

“Holy shit. Did you see that?” You asked him.

“Of course I saw it, it was on fucking fire,”

You threw your head back. No idea why you were laughing so hard. The rain was cool. But it made you feel alive. And it smelled so fresh. Clean. Unlike the damp smelly concrete inside the stairwell. Unfortunately you two were stuck inside of one rather far from the actual prison. Finally your giggles died down and you started to shiver in the cool cement of the watchtower

“Should we make a run for it?” Daryl asked while peeking outside the door. Droplets of rain wetting the floor.

You probably should. Rick would get worried.

“I don’t think they saw us over here,” You knew he would freak if he couldn’t find you within the next ten minutes. Almost everyone had ran to the same main entrance. But you were in shock from the tree. And Daryl had called your name but you could barely hear him over the thunder. So he ran after you and dragged you into the nearest watchtower.

“We could wait it out…” Daryl seemed unsure of his own suggestion.

“It’s just rain,”

“It’s lighting. Could hit one of us,”

“It’s actually really uncommon to get struck by lightning.”

“Fine then. If it’s so fuckin' safe, let's go. It's getting cold.” he pulled you up by the arm from your seat on the stairs.

You both sprinted through the rain to the other gate. The water was pouring down on you like a shower. You were smiling the entire way.

Finally you made it to the door and stood in the entryway with Daryl. Hands on your knees. Catching your breath.

“Shit that is cold!” you laughed. You stood up, breathing heavy with your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, I can tell.” Daryl’s voice was low. His eyes were on your chest.

He stepped close and brought his hand up to touch your breast, thumb rubbing over your very evident nipple. His touch made your breath hitch in your throat.

With Daryl’s hand on your chest and the other coming up to your face. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Closing your eyes at his touch. Hand grabbing at his vest, to pull him against you.

He slipped his tongue in your mouth and you couldn’t help the fingers reaching up to tangle in his damp hair.

The hand around your waist quickly moved away when you both heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Nice of you to join us,”

You stepped back from Daryl and looked up at Rick. His eyes glancing from your wet tank top clinging to your chest, and back up to your face. A moment of silence passed between the three of you.

You bit your lip to not smile. Not that it was funny. It was just so awkward you didn’t even know what to do. Rick definitely saw.

“I have to change,” you told them both. Crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah. You do.” Rick didn’t seem really mad. But you weren’t sure what was going through his mind.

You walked towards your cell block, letting the men have their own awkward interaction without you.

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The steam settled in the cool air of the bathroom. The mirrors were all fogged up and you could still hear rain against the roof and walls of the prison. You grabbed your towel and started making your way over to the sinks.

“Jesus fucking Christ Rick get out!” You wrap your towel around your body quickly once you noticed the man standing by the door.

“Sorry,” he looked away. Letting you adjust yourself.

“Seriously, what are you doing?” It was the women’s shower room after all. There could have been more than just you in there.

Still turned towards the wall he started to speak, “I just wanted to talk,”

“And you couldn’t wait for five minutes?”

He let out a puff of air that you could only assume was a laugh. He ignored your question.

“It’s fine, you know. You and Daryl I mean.”

“Oh my god ” you did not feel like talking about this right now. You didn’t even have any underwear on.

Rick chuckled again. “Are you decent?”

“Mhm”

He turned around with a grin and leaned up against the wall. Your towel was barely covering you. He glanced down at your bare legs. And then back up to your face.

“I’m serious. I get it. You two always had this thing right from-“

“Rick stop,”

He raised his eyebrows.

“I just want you to know it doesn’t bother me-“

“Stop,” you cut him off. Stepping closer to him. You were up in his face now. Inches away. “If it didn’t bother you then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now."

He smiled in a way that told you he wasn't really listening to you.

"Why wouldn’t you let me go on that run yesterday, huh? Or leave the yard to check the traps with him? Don’t even try and tell me that it doesn't b-.”

He was shaking his head. Smile still on his face. Maybe it really didn’t bother him.

“It doesn't-“ he started but you tried cutting him off again.

“Don’t interrupt me-“

“It doesn’t .” His hand came up to your jaw, thumb pressing on your bottom lip. “You like me better. Right? I mean it is my bed you keep sneaking into at night. Begging me to make you feel something. Something I’m pretty sure he hasn’t been able to do for you.”

He licked his lips. You had no answer. Stunned by his forwardness. Cockiness?

Confidence.

“You’d take me over him any day. Over and over again.” You catch yourself nodding unknowingly. Thumb tracing your lip. Making your skin tingle. “So no. It doesn’t really bother me.”

You swallowed. Not really sure what to say. It was true. You had wanted Rick from the very start. Daryl just happened to be there.

“We said we’d take it slow. There weren’t any ground rules.” He reminded you.

You were nervous at first when he kept trying to kiss you. Sneak you into the watchtower. Pull you away from the campfire at night. He was still mourning after all. His wife had died. Sure it had been a month or so. But you didn’t want him to regret anything with you if he ever came back to his senses. You’d always wanted him. And now that he actually wanted you back… it made you nervous. Shy even.

"I could have asked you to stop. And I'm sure you would have. You'd do anything I tell you to do."

You glared up at him. No answer came to you though. He was right. You would. And for the last couple weeks you had. You were too busy sneaking around with Rick to even bother with Daryl.

"So why didn't you?" You asked him softly.

"Because you'd do anything I tell you to," His hand moved to the bottom bottom edge of your towel, plucking at the fabric. "And I don't want that. Who am I to tell you what to do, or not to do."

He had a point. If he had asked you to stop things with Daryl, you would have. In a heartbeat. And in Rick's eyes, that would have been taking advantage of you. Using whatever trance he had you in, to get what he wanted. He told you that he was worried that he was taking advantage of you, or manipulating you somehow. But he seemed to forget that you'd wanted him since the second you met him in Atlanta.

“I'm not saying I don’t want you all to myself,” he clarified. Moving in on you. Cornered against the counter, the cold tile hit the back of your thighs.

“Because if I'm being completely honest, I do,”

"You do?” Your voice was hushed.

His hands grazed up your arms.

“All to myself,” he clarified. His lips were so close to yours you could feel his breath. Thankful that you’d brushed your teeth in the shower not even five minutes ago.

He was too selfless. To keep you from seeing Daryl, if that was something you really wanted. He wanted for you to be his. Only his. But he didn't want to ask you to stop, because he knew that you'd do it. And that you'd be doing it because it's what Rick wanted. Not you. Rick wanted you to belong to him. But he wanted that to be your decision.

He didn't realize how much you wanted him to just tell you what to do. For him to take you, claim you, and make you belong to him. You needed that kind of reassurance. The kind that let you know how much he actually wanted you. Because something about him being so unbothered made you question things.

You brought your hands up to the back of his neck. Pulling him closer.

“I want to be,” you breathed out against his lips. Not quite kissing but lips grazing in a way that sent butterflies to every inch of your abdomen.

“Want to be what?” His eyes were fluttering closed at your touch. Your fingers tangled in his hair. It was clear that your mind wasn’t the only one that fogged up when the two of you were this close.

“All yours.”

He closed his eyes and kissed you, opening your mouth up with his tongue. Kissing you slowly with his whole mouth. You moaned into him, his body pressed against you, separated only by a towel hanging on for dear life.

Well for a moment anyway. Rick untucked the fold in the towel and it fell to the ground. Leaving you naked in front of him. He locked the door behind him quickly and you grabbed onto his button up, nearly popping buttons off. Stripping him of his shirt.

Unbuckling his belt clumsily, his mouth moved down your neck, teeth scraping against your throat, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you want me to make you mine?” He asked as if he didn’t already know the answer.

“Yes,” you moaned. Unintentionally. That’s all you’d wanted from day one.

His hand moved to your clit, starting to rub sweet circles on it.

“Rick please-“

“I’m just getting started, be patient.” His movements slowed. You wanted him inside of you.

“Rick-“ but your voice was cut off by the feeling of his finger being pushed inside of you. Curling upward and sending a flood of warmth through your core. He kept curling his finger. Adding a second one and started pumping. His other hand was on your leg, keeping you pressed up against the counter.

You let out a sob when his thumb came up to rub your clit at the same time.

“Please I want-“ Him. All of him. Right now.

“Shh” he leaned in close to kiss you again. Shutting you up with his tongue. God his tongue. You blushed remembering exactly what that felt like.

He pulled out of you gently, and lifted your hips up so you were sitting on the edge of the counter. He replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. Hard and throbbing, and slick with pre cum. He ground himself against you a few times, sending a shockwave each time he touched your overly sensitive clit. You were so wet for him.

He pushed into you painfully slowly, and you couldn’t even help the sound that you made against his mouth. Grinning against your lips he kept kissing you, eating up your sounds with pride.

“How’s that?” He asked against your lips as he began to fuck you into the counter. A steady pace, but hard.

You moan. He takes that as something good. Wrapping your legs around him, you could feel the sweat on him and the leftover steam from your shower. Hot and wet in the air. And all over you. His mouth. His hands. Grabbing and kissing at every square inch within his reach.

He wrapped his arms around you even tighter, flush with his chest. Lips still catching yours at any given chance.

You whimper against his wet lips. “I’m so close,”

“I know,” he grunted “fuck, you feel so good,”

His arms felt like heaven wrapped around you. The muscles flexing against your soft skin. His body was so close to yours, that on every thrust, he ground his pubic bone into your clit.

Feeling overstimulated in every way, you let the feeling wash over you, warming your stomach down to your thighs. Squeezing at his arms to let him know you were coming undone. You were sure he'd be able to feel your pussy convulsing around him.

He moaned your name against your mouth and you felt him pull out. Immediately, you took him in your hands and finished him off, feeling his hot seed spill onto your hand and your stomach. He held you close as he caught his breath. Still kissing you, biting your lip and dragging it out slowly.

When he finally leaned back, you took your fingers covered in his cum, and licked them clean. Knowing you’d get a reaction. Rick watched, breathing heavy, eyes still filled with lust. As if he hadn’t just finished you both off ten seconds ago.

“Looks like you need another shower,” he pulled you against him again, lifting you off the counter this time.

“You too,” you bit your lip and smiled as he carried you both back towards the shower.

He turned the hot water on and let it pour over the both of you. Not caring that his jeans were getting absolutely soaked. You giggled as he shook his wet hair, like a dog. Spraying water onto you. Then after getting you all wet again under the stream, he slowly let you slide off his body and onto your feet. You kept your arms around his neck, and pulled him under the water, kissing him with a huge smile. Droplets from the shower catching your lips. The warmth from his touch sending your head spinning.

The way it always did.

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Desperate (sex and zombies- chapter 14)

pairing- {Daryl x fem!reader}

summary- You find yourself needing a helping hand.

warning- 18+ content, immediate smut, no plot just absolute filth, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, slight crybaby reader?

notes- If you are here for the overall plot, this scene would be placed back in the prison, before things actually pick up with Rick. During the week while they are ignoring each other because he lost it on her.

*For that sweet anon who wanted another Daryl chapter; I assumed you liked 'transient' because of his attitude and dirty talk, so I tried to keep that in. Let me know if this satisfied your needs <3

You laid there, shaking and whimpering like a little bitch. Overaware of your own sounds, covered in a light sheen of sweat, with the sheets kicked to the edge of the bed. Hand in your shorts, and fingers stuffed up your cunt as far as you could manage. It wasn't enough. You'd been at it for an hour at least. Breathing all heavy and fucking your own hand, trying to find some kind of relief in the heat of the non air conditioned prison. Sexually frustrated from... well everything really. Rick mostly. Him losing it on you. You were avoiding him like the plague, afraid to make him any more mad. Afraid that he'd hold a grudge, and that you'd never even have a shot with him. As silly as it sounded, it is what you'd wanted from the start, so you really didn't want to fuck up your chances now.

You picked up your pace, bucking your hips further onto the three digits you'd managed to fit in your sopping wet pussy. A pool of slick had already dampened the sheets below, proving just how desperate you were to finish. Fuck. Why can't you finish? It's not like you'd never touched yourself before. You knew your own body. Right?

You were just stressed. At least that's what you figured. Stressed from the farm, and being on the road, and then the prison. Everything that had happened since arriving. It was really dampening your mood.

You let out a frustrated cry and bit your lip hard, trying to contain your emotions, still finger fucking yourself as fast as you were able to, but every time you thought you were close, it would just disappear. A salty tear slipped down the side of your face. Oh my god. How pathetic are you? You can't even make your own self c-

"Hey- Oh shit."

You ripped your hand out of your shorts and immediately went for the sheets, pulling them up to cover your embarrassment.

"What the fuck Daryl, have you never heard of knocking?!"

"Sorry I didn't know you were- I thought you had a headache..." Daryl stood, rather awkwardly right at the entrance of your cell. The curtain swaying slightly from where he'd just interrupted your, not so peaceful, privacy.

"I did-" you took a deep breath. You actually did, a few hours ago. And then you woke up feeling much better and weirdly aroused from some dream you couldn't quite remember. So you thought, what better time then to rub one out while no-one would bother you.

Your whole face was on fire, the humiliation of the situation setting in completely. "Just get out please." You covered your eyes with your hands and the sheet, attempting to shield your entire self from his gaze. No way were you coming now.

"Were you- uh, were you touchin' yourself?" His mouth was curled into a funny little smirk.

"Get. Out. " You said through your teeth, this time looking up at him, giving your absolute best death glare.

He stepped closer, confusion forming on his brows.

"Were you crying? " He asked, taking a couple steps closer, making your whole body burn bright red. Ohmygod just leave already.

"No." You quickly wiped away the wetness on you cheek.

"Well it looks like you were crying."

"I just- can you get the hell out please. Fuckin' seriously."

"Hey," his face softened at your tone. "I'm not tryna be mean okay. I was just checking up on you. Thought I'd bring you some water." He waved the bottle in the air, the sound of the liquid splashing around inside the plastic.

You didn't answer, instead just trying to focus on your heart rate that wouldn't calm the hell down.

"Why were you crying?" He asked, really sincere this time.

"I can't-" you sighed again. Pulling your knees up and burying face as you admitted the reason. "I can't finish. It's- I don't know, it's like I'm broken or something."

"You're not broken," He sat on the edge of the bed, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was way too close for comfort, and the fact that your sleep shorts were soaked through with your own wetness didn't help. "You're propably just stressed. A lot's been happening."

You nodded into your knee, not caring to make eye contact with the man. You'd asked him to leave a million times already and he clearly wasn't listening.

"You want some help?" He offered, hand coming up to your calf, gently squeezing it.

You scoffed an almost laugh. "Um no. I want you to leave."

"You uh... You sure?" His eyes travelled down to the wet spot on the bed, which you quickly moved to cover with your leg.

"Daryl I swear to fucking god-"

"Hey-" he moved forward, hands on your legs, pushing them apart and leaning in to you. "Relax. You've helped me out once or twice, c'mon. Let me. Last I checked, you can finish with me... Unless you've been fakin' it or somethin'..."

"Ugh." You fell back in frustration, head hitting the cushiony pillow below. "You don't get it. I've been trying for an hour and it just like..." You tried to come up with how to describe it. "Like it's never enough, I get so close and then it just... it hurts."

"So you gave yourself blue balls?"

What a freakin' boy. "Yeah, I guess if that's what you wanna call it." You rolled your eyes, propping yourself up on elbows, seeing him in between your legs. A patient look on his face. His bulging muscles extra apparent in his tight black long sleeve. Jesus Christ he was just making it worse.

"Try again." He suggested.

"I've been trying Daryl. It's not fuckin' working."

"Just," he grabbed your hand, and positioned at your core. "Let me see. Try again. Touch yourself."

The second the words left his mouth you felt a jolt in your pelvic muscles. His energy shifted from playful to possessive.

"I don't really-"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He counter argued. True. Though it felt different. More... intimate. Being on display wasn't really your thing.

"C'mhere." He tugged at your legs, pulling you down the bed and settling himself on the other end, one leg crossed under himself as the other hung over the tiny mattress, foot planted on the ground. "Take your shorts off."

You still felt the pink on your cheeks but the thought of actually finishing did help tame some of the embarrassment. You shimmied out of the shorts, tossing them to the ground.

"Shirt too."

"Daryl-" You warned. He was pushing boundaries for sure.

"Take the shirt off." His eyes were dark and you couldn't help but stare at the very prominent outline pulling at the denim of his jeans.

You swallowed hard and took the top off in one fluid motion, nipples immediately forming little peaks on your supple breasts. He licked his lips, hands twitching, ready to touch you, but holding back. Situating himself even further into the mattress.

"Well go on, show me what you were doin' before I walked in here."

You shook your head at him.

"Do it. Or I won't touch you at all. Is that what you want? Do you want me to leave you here all hot and bothered? Or do you wanna come?"

"I wanna come." You whispered. So quiet it was a shock he even heard.

"Then go on. Show me."

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. Trying to escape into the marshmallowy mattress. And despite your reluctance, your fingers trailed down your stomach and reached your clit. Rubbing it a few times and falling on a circular pattern. Breath steadily moving your chest up and down, as you went to grab at your nipple with your other hand. Pinching it a little, trying to emulate what Daryl often liked to do to you.

"That's sure hot n' all, but it definitely ain't what you were doin' when I walked in."

You let out an unintentional sound at the thought of him watching. The thought of him being turned on by you touching yourself. You moved your hand even lower, middle finger dragging through your wetness and back up, spreading it onto your clit. Then dipping down again and inserting one digit. You swore you could hear Daryls breath hitch. You continued pumping in and out and soon added another finger.

"Look so pretty like this, all wet and needy." He said, his own hand finally making its way to your leg. Pushing you open so he could see you even better. "How's it feel?"

"Uh- It- It's ok," You grunted out, curling your fingers towards yourself, trying to focus on the end goal and not the way he was staring right into you.

"Relax your shoulders." He demanded, shifting around on the bed. "And breath." You did as he said, not realizing how tense you were. You stayed there with your eyes closed and your mind started drifting to thoughts about his own fingers instead.

"I don't think it's working Daryl." You huffed as you slipped your fingers out, rubbing them both on your clit from side to side.

"It's workin' for me." He quipped. A hand now on your thigh, squeezing down on the muscle of your quad.

Another tear escaped your eye with a shaky breath. What the actual fuck was wrong with you.

"Aw baby, don't cry." He leaned over you, an adorable smirk plastered on his face, as he wiped the frustrated tear from your face. "Why don't you keep rubbing and I'll try and help you out, okay? I ain't gonna leave you here like this alright?"

You nodded pathetically up at him. His dark hair falling into his eyes as he dipped down and placed a sweet kiss on your belly.

"Don't you fuckin' tease me Dixon I swear-"

"-to fucking god, yeah, I know." He kissed downwards once more, closer to where your hands had come to a stop, right above your clit. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

You whimpered. Absolutely aching for his beautiful eight inches to be filling up your cunt, destroying your cervix and making you cream all over him and those jeans he always kept half way on.

You kept rubbing fast circles onto your puffy nub. His own hand moved to your slit, startling you a little, at first. But as soon as he had three fingers, knuckle deep and fucking right into your sweet spot, you could barely form a cohesive thought. Just Him. His pretty blue eyes, his biceps flexing as he worked you into a writhing mess. His deep southern voice whispering a plethora of dirty little comments. One in particular, telling you to shut the fuck up before Rick walked in and caught you being a desperate little slut. It was working. Whatever he was doing was clearly working, because you could feel the extremely overdue orgasm starting to build. The familiar feeling of a knot forming in your stomach. Ready to unravel.

"How are you so good at that?" You asked him through laboured breaths, involuntarily fucking yourself onto his hand. Not that he minded. His eyes were glossed over and locked in on what he was trying, and very much succeeding at doing.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He ignored your question.

"Yeah I'm - Yes. yes." You would. At that pace you definitely would. He moved your hand out of the way and dipped down, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to your clit. He huffed out a laugh against you at your reaction. Tightening around his fingers and letting out the most pathetic sob he'd heard all day. The vibration of his laugh sending you into orbit. He sucked on your clit as he curled his fingers, physically pulling the orgasm right out of you. Your head shot up off the mattress and your hands went right to his hair, keeping him held down, "Don't stop, Don't stop-" You moaned, feeling your core shake as you finally climaxed. The orgasm itself lasting a record breaking amount of time, until the tongue on your pussy was just too much and he pulled his fingers out, glistening white with your cum.

"Think you made a little mess sunshine." He said, licking clean each of his fingers. The sight making your stomach do a backflip. You could feel the rest of your cum on the sheets below, all wet and gooey. You could already go again. Actually you needed to. Even though you had finally finished, you wanted him. To feel every thick inch of him fucking you into another mind blowing orgasm.

"You got one more in there for me?" He asked, as if reading your mind. Leaning himself back up and starting at his belt.

"Yes daddy." You clamped both hands onto your mouth. Why the fuck would you say that? His eyes got all big as he grinned at your response.

He chuckled, "Y'know I won't make fun of you for that today, with you cryin' and all, but I hope you know I won’t forget that."

You groaned. Knowing it would come back to bite you in the ass. "Please can we just-"

"I got it." He pushed you back down, settling between your legs. His cock seeming a lot more intimidating than you previously remembered. Standing proud in his hand as he jerked himself a few times, aligning himself between your legs. He pushed himself in, throwing his head back as he grunted. The pressure making you both moan.

"So fuckin' wet for me aren't you?"

"Yes, all for you Daryl, so fuckin' wet..." you trailed off, eyes rolling back into your skull. He fucked you hard and slow, drawing it out nice and long. He was so used to quickies in a car or in the basement of an abandoned house, that he'd forgotten what it felt like to actually fuck someone. To really experience it. And was he ever experiencing it. His pupils completely blown, watching you squirm on his cock. His shirt pushed half up his abdomen, hands gripping your thighs and positioning them wherever he wanted. As soon as he had them up and over his shoulders, that tight, burning sensation hit the sides of your nose, forcing a few more tears out of your pretty doe eyes. Out of pure pleasure this time instead of pain.

Eventually he moved both your legs to the side, contorting you into a twisted mess of sobs. Grabbing your face and forcing you to watch his pelvis slam against your asscheeks over and over. That's it. With the grip on your jaw, and his cock buried deep, you let out a raspy moan, tugging on the comforter until your knuckles were white, signalling you reaching your climax. You didn't even have to let him know. You let the feeling wash through your core as he fucked you through it. He pulled out quickly and shot thick white ropes onto your skin and the sheets below. Too far gone to care that you'd need a shower, even though you'd already taken one that morning.

"Fuck." You whispered, as he collapsed down next to you, pulling his boxers back up.

"Yeah..." He was out of breath, Just laying next to you, hand moving to tickle a pattern onto your knee. You grabbed the sheets, pulling them up and wiping off.

"Hand me that sweater, will you?"

He grabbed the oversized sweater off the ground, handing it to you, you slipped it over your head and climbed halfway over him, reaching into your bag and grabbing some clean boy shorts, slipping them on as well. Then collapsing right back next to Daryl. To rest your shaky legs.

"I told you, you aren't broken." He tickled your thigh, biting back a laugh as you smacked his shoulder.

"God you're such an asshole." You chuckled along with him.

"What's that baby? You think daddy's actin' like an asshole?'

Your smile dropped and you could almost feel the tears forming again. "You promised..." He'd already forced a few too many emotions out of you for the day. You just didn't have it in you to take the jokes at your expense anymore.

"I'm sorry!" He put his hands up in surrender. "Seriously!" He smiled sweetly at you. You let him take your hand, pulling you up off the bed. "C'mon, let's go get you washed up. They're probably making' supper right now."

The entire time you ate, he kept grazing the bare skin of your thighs, toying with the hem of your sweater and glancing at you through his peripheral. It was a miracle that no one asked why you were blushing so hard.

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Obsession (sex and zombies- chapter 9)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- You can’t even look at him without blushing. And he knows it too.

warnings- 18+ content MDNI! filthy library smut:)

notes- one of my favourite scenes in this work tbh...

You walked your way down to the library, with the intent to find something you hadn’t read yet. Which was hard since you’d read basically the entire room. But you were on a mission to find something new. While flipping through a book, you heard the door open and close behind you.

It was Rick.

You quickly glanced over your shoulder and saw him, button up shirt with rolled up sleeves. Only furthering the attention you pay to his arms.

You didn’t say anything. Instead went back to your book, reading the synopsis on the back.

“I’ve been looking for you,” you heard his deep voice behind you.

“Oh?” You knew that. Glenn had told you.

“You’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not.”

“Really? Then what is it? ”

When you turned around, he was much closer than a moment ago, leaning against the bookcase beside you.

“I just…” your gaze started at his arms, then traveled to his waist, his belt, his hands. Oh god, his hands.

“Just…?” he was waiting for an answer.

“You seemed busy. I didn’t want to…impose,”

“If you know I’m looking for you then it’s not really imposing is it?” He took the book from your hands, that you’d been fidgeting with, and placed it back on the shelf.

He licked his lips. Looking you up and down, and settling his gaze on your face.

“I like this dress,” he changed the topic, pointer finger brushing the lace hem of your sundress. Inspecting the little flowers covering its delicate fabric.

“Gotta find you some sunscreen hey?” His hand made its way up to your shoulder, your tan now a little red. All that help gardening in the summer sun.

His touch was doing things that you used to only dream of. You craved the nights that he would sneak into your cell and kiss you all over. But the busier he got with work around the prison and little baby Judith, the less time he had for you and your personal needs.

You were understanding of course. But you still wish he'd try a little harder to get you alone like he used to, pulling you away after the sun set, hushing your giggles and moans with the palm of his hand.

“Or maybe just less gardening shifts. You could let me take the watchtower more often.” You suggested. They were always shaded. Plus, you were a good shot.

“No, I like having you in the field with me.”

“With you? Or just not with him?”

He smirked and raised his eyebrows. You could see it click in his head. Why you’d been avoiding him.

After the whole watchtower situation, you’d felt a little… used, for lack of a better word. Like you were some tool to boost his ego. To prove to Daryl, and maybe even himself, how loyal you were. How well you listened. How absolutely wrapped around his finger you really were.

And it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it. The exact opposite, actually. You couldn't even look at the two men without blushing, especially not when the others were around. You wanted a round two. Badly. It was constantly consuming your mind and memory. So you figured you could use Rick's ever-growing, busy body nature, to your advantage. As a feeble attempt to tame your very sinful desires.

The goosebumps on your arms snapped you back to Rick's attention. His hand brushing down your arm, lower now, fingers tangling in between yours.

His voice got really low. A whisper even though you were alone.

“Definitely not with him,” A playful grin spread across his face.

He was cornering you now. Into the book shelf. Your back hit the wood shelves.

“But mostly, I just like watching you in those adorable overalls I found you,”

You had made a point of wearing them a lot since he gave them to you. His hands moved to your waist, giving you a slight squeeze. Your breath hitched slightly. Earning another grin from the man in front of you.

“It's hard not to watch you all day. Looking like this. I know that he can’t help but stare. Cause I can’t either.” He admits.

“Maybe you should be on watchtower then,” you tell him. “That way you could really watch me all day,” your hands were making their way to his belt, tracing the buckle with your nails, then pulling slightly at the dark leather.

“But then I’d have to put you on watchtower too so I could keep you right next to me.”

His lips were close now, his knee started to nudge your own, settling in against you.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” you were almost out of breath. The way his hands were running up and down your sides, threatening to take your dress off. It made your head all foggy. The way it usually did. You could feel your eyes fluttering shut at his touch, daring him to take you, right there in the library of the prison.

His lips pressed to yours and your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him in even closer. He added more pressure on his thigh between your legs, letting a quiet moan leave your mouth. Almost grinding down on his leg.

He lifted your dress, and his hands pulled at your thighs, dragging you up onto him. Wedged between him and the wall, you wrapped your legs around him, and his hands went straight to your ass. Lips still moving against yours. He noticed the strap of your dress had fallen, and his attention moved to your exposed neck and shoulder. Attacking you with sweet, wet kisses. The stubble on his face tickled your sensitive skin.

“I really like this dress,” he repeated against your skin, hands now toying with your panties, under your dress. Ready to strip you of them.

“Rick…” you whispered, arching into his touch.

“Mmm, you smell so good,” he kissed your neck again.

“…Taste so good,” Another kiss. The feeling of his bulge against you was driving you insane. And his teasing remarks didn’t help either.

“Please… “ another whimper escaped your lips.

He let out a dry laugh against your skin and moved the two of you over to the table, sitting you down, but still pressed in between your legs. You started at his belt. His eyes closed as he let your foreheads come together. Savoring the feeling of your hands, pushing the fabric down. Just enough to take him in your hands. Pumping a few times.

A little groan escaped him and you decided to do a little more. For your perfect leader. He deserved to relax. He never failed to make you feel good. So it was time to return the favor. You slipped off the table, down to your knees, and took him in your mouth. As soon as he felt your tongue on his shaft, his hands were in your hair, and a swear under his breath.

“Fuck,”

You sucked and licked, still pumping with your hand as he guided your head back and forth, creating a rhythm. After a few moments, you looked up at him through your eyelashes and he swore.

“You look so pretty like this...” he groaned again.

You kept your pace up, eyes starting to water as he involuntarily bucked his hips further down your throat. He was already close.

“C’mhere sweet girl,” he tugged gently on your hair, pulling you off of him. You go to stand up and he turns you around, so that he was pressed against your ass, and you were pressed against the table.

His mouth found your shoulder blade and he ripped your panties off in one fluid motion. Earning a pained squeak from yourself. He chuckled against your skin while stuffing the lacy item in his back pocket. Anyone could walk in. But that was part of the fun. You heard him tear open a condom and roll it on behind you. His kisses scattered your shoulder and neck as he lined himself up, rubbing his tip against your wet entrance. Teasing you. Always fucking teasing.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

“Rick…”

“I wanna hear it.” You were throbbing at this point. Hot and bothered. No other way to put it. It had been way too long since you'd had him alone.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Just say it,” another kiss on your neck as he pushes the tip in only.

“Please Rick, god,” you arched back into him. Hoping for more. He chuckled and you sighed.

“Just fuck me. Please I need you so bad it h-“ you started to give in but he shut you up quickly. He pushed himself into you all at once. Making you gasp a little. That earned another laugh into your skin. His body was fully pressed up against yours. Your dress lifted and bunched up above your ass, with his hands pulling at your hips, urging you onto him.

He gave you a moment to adjust before he started to pound into you, over and over.

A palm on your back pushed you down slightly, bending you over, hands catching on the table. Rick continued his rough pace, effortlessly earning repetitive moans and praise from you. His thumbs dug into the dimples on your back as he fucked you hard.

Right when you thought you were close, an arm wrapped around your torso, and pulled you up against his chest. He started pounding into you even harder. You couldn’t even help the whimper that left you. Being held by him, forearm pressed against your breasts, pulling you into his warmth. It made you weak.

“You have no idea,” his breath was shaky in your ear, “what you do to me,”

Everywhere that your body was touching his, was on fire. Not even being able to concentrate on his words as he pounded into you. Your own hand coming up to stop yourself from screaming out loud. The other one clawed at his forearm.

You came undone and your core began to shake, but he didn’t let up, instead lifting the back of your knee up, propping your leg against the table, deepening his angle even more. Your orgasm never even stopped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He continued to fuck you into the table, his hands grabbing roughly at your skin, leaving marks for him to kiss and trace later in bed.

Finally you felt his hips stutter and in a few slow thrusts, the arm wrapped around you had moved to your face. Grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look back at him as his lips caught yours.

“Fuck.” He gently let your leg back down, now shaky. He tossed the condom in the trash, tucked himself back in his jeans, and started buckling up his belt. You turned around and leaned against the table, facing him. Catching your breath. He came up close and pressed against you once more. His hands went straight to your face and he kissed you again. For a long moment he didn't let you stop. Tongue tracing your lips, hands still holding you close. You grasped at the collar of his shirt. Letting him know how badly you will always need him.

When you both stopped to catch your breath he didn't leave your space. Instead, he ran his hands down your dress. Smoothing it out. Pulling it down and adjusting it. Then he moved on to your hair, smoothing it down and tucking a strand behind your ears.

He looked at you and opened his mouth as if he wanted to tell you something. But your attention broke away to look at the doorway.

There were footsteps from down the hall. With an annoyed sigh Rick moved out of your space and grabbed the book off the shelf. Handing it to you just as the door opened.

“Oh sorry! Um…” Carol looked at the two of you. Rick's shirt untucked. You adjusting the strap that had fallen off your shoulder. And remembering quickly that you weren’t wearing any panties. Not that anyone would be able to tell. Other than that, you were both dressed. Presentable even.

“I need to have a word with you,” she directed at Rick.

“What’s up?”

She kept looking at him but didn’t answer. After an awkward moment of silence you spoke up,

“I’m gonna go… find Daryl,” you wave your book at the doorway. “Did you happen to see him?” an attempt at escaping in the least awkward way possible. It was clear you weren’t invited into this conversation.

She gave you a sweet smile. “He’s in the yard, sitting around the fire,”

“Thanks,” you smile back, heading for the hallway, looking back only for a moment, you could feel Rick's gaze still on you.

“What the hell are you doing ?” You could hear Carol ask him when she thought you could no longer hear. But the rest was too quiet and you were now too far to eavesdrop. Not that you would anyway. Still, it left you a little curious on what was such a secret.

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Later that night Rick climbed into your bed, snaking an arm around you. You nestled into him quickly.

“You smell like smoke,” he whispered.

“You missed a good fire,” you replied.

For a moment you laid there. His thumb rubbing circles on your skin.

“What did Carol have to talk to you about?”

“Oh nothing. Just uh… council stuff.”

“Oh.” you wanted to know what he told her. What his reason for you being together in the library was.

“I didn’t lie to her,” like he could read your mind, he answered. “I didn’t tell her the whole truth but…”

“-she knows,” you finished for him.

He nodded from behind you. Pulling you in even closer.

“You’re not a secret,” his voice was so quiet. “Just so you know.”

His hand made its way between your legs, underneath your pj shorts, and you bit your lip so as not to make a sound.

“You’re so perfect,” his lips were on your neck, right behind your ear. “Everything I'll ever need,” Fingers rubbing your clit over your panties. In all truth, you didn’t care if whatever you two were doing was or wasn’t a secret. That didn't matter to you. All you cared was that he would never stop touching you and whispering those sweet, sweet nothings in your ear.

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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Apology (sex and zombies- chapter 13)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- You know he's sorry. And he know's you can't hold a grudge. Not against him at least.

notes- No actual smut in this one you guys... The plot and relationship building just got the best of me.

He did try and apologize. With every glance in your direction, or bottle of water he passed you, it was clear he was sorry. But there was more important shit going on around the two of you to stop and have an actual conversation.

The closest you got was in the barn, the night before Aaron found your group. Everyone trying to get some rest, before you knew the storm was coming. Before everyone got up and helped keep the barn doors closed. You were sitting on the ground, knees up and forehead leaning against them, trying to sleep, or tame your hunger pains. Whichever came first, you didn't care. Rick sat down next to you, a little baby Judith in his arms, you glanced up at the cute sounds she made. The little babbles and smiley giggles that never failed to bring a smile to anyones face.

Rick caught you smiling. He nodded at Judith, offering her to you if you wanted to hold her. Um, of course you did. The little love bug. You grabbed her from his arms and held her in your own, against your chest, where she nestled in quickly, grabbing at your hair with those little bitty fingers. You could hear Rick try not to chuckle as you pried the fingers off the lock of hair, throwing it all behind your back and out of reach.

"She likes you. A lot."

"Mmm she better, I've babysat a little too much for her not to." You joked. Still feeling the slightest bit of tension between you and him.

"Yeah, you have." it seemed like he wanted to put his hand on your leg. The way he usually did. But he stopped himself, instead brushing the little blonde hairs on top of the babies head. "And you have no idea how much that means to me."

You looked up, lips quirked into a small smile, thanking him for the compliment. But he shook his head at your reaction.

"How much you mean to me." His tongue darted out to lick his lips. Nervous habit.

"I know." Your voice soft and whispered. His eye contact was making you nervous, so you looked back down at Judith, her eyes fluttering closed against your chest.

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With a clean, white towel in your hand, you caught Rick on his way out of the washroom. Only his jeans were on, the button not even done up yet. Droplets of water still running down his torso.

“Whoa,” you said admiring his bare face. Freshly shaven. You hadn’t seen him like that since… hell since Atlanta.

Involuntarily, your hand came up to feel his face, smooth and warm. He chewed on his lip, not objecting your touch, just looking at you. You could smell his aftershave. Masculine and fresh.

“Hair’s gotten long hey?” Your hand continued to wander to the back of his neck, running your fingers through the damp hair, detangling his curls. Twisting one around your finger.

He licked his lips. Clearly savouring the feeling of your touch. A feeling you both missed but refused to admit.

“Yours too,” he brushed a strand behind your own ear. You gave him a sweet smile.

“You should go to the infirmary when you’re done. Get that looked at,” his finger brushed your temple gently. Earning a wince. It was a pretty deep cut. The blood was dried onto your skin.

The shower was one of the best since the prison. Hot water. Real body wash. Shampoo. Conditioner. A loofah.

The doctor at the infirmary put some medical tape on the cut, closing it in hopes it would heal faster that way. He gave you an Advil for the headache.

You felt nervous. Walking by yourself. Even with the walls. You’d only been there less than a day. In fact it was just starting to get dark as you tried finding the house that you the group was in. They’d offered you two, but for tonight Rick wanted everyone together. That was fine by you.

If you decide to stay. That’s what Deanna had told you all. If. You guys had a choice to make. Take it or leave it. And you knew the group was conflicted. Half of you felt a weight being taken off your shoulders the second those gates opened up. The other half had their doubts. They were traumatized. Cautious. Unwilling to put anyone in danger.

But you all knew that walls were better than the road. That canned beans and rice was better than fire roasted mutt.

“Hey, come inside we’re having a little meeting,” Carol ushered you in when you finally found the house.

Walking in, it smelled like a show home. The kind you used to love walking around and dreaming of owning, someday when you had a family and a career. The smell of fresh paint, soft plush carpet on your bare toes. Marble countertops. Brand new 800 thousand dollar houses.

Everyone, besides Daryl, had showered and changed clothes. You almost didn’t recognize Carol in her funny little cardigan.

Some lady had given you some clothes. Baggy jeans and a faded graphic tee shirt. Not the most flattering but they’d do until your other clothes went through the wash. Twice at least.

“Where’d you go?” Daryl whispered during Deanna’s little speech.

“Doctor.” You didn’t look at him. “You stink.”

He grunted.

“I’m not kidding.” A grin made its way to the surface despite your words.

After she left, everyone set up their makeshift beds in the living room. You were unable to remember the last time you’d all actually slept more than a couple hours uninterrupted.

People were claiming couches and bedrooms. Judith had a little play pen. A few sleeping bags and pillows were set up on the floor.

“Where you sleepin’?” Daryl asked you motioning at your friends all tucking themselves in. You glanced at Rick from across the room. But he wouldn't look back.

“I guess right here." You motioned to the floor. "You?”

“I’m not tired.”

“Well I am.” You admit.

The two of you set up behind the couch, between it and a wall. Daryl sat next to you while you fell asleep, head on his lap, his fingers twirling a piece of hair. The feeling made your eyelids heavy. Listening to the sound of Judith crying, accompanied by Carls soothing hushes and “it’s okay”s

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It took you a hot minute to get settled in. So much change in such a short amount of time was taking its toll on your body and your mind. And the dread of the damn dinner party made your stomach do kick flips. Rosita made you wear something nice. A pretty little blouse that showed more cleavage than any other top you owned. And a new pair of jeans. You’d even cleaned your boots.

“Where’d you even get this thing?” You asked, trying the stuff your boobs back into the shirt.

“One of the ladies. Said it didn’t fit anymore.”

No kidding.

You had tried to force yourself to socialize during the past few days. Meeting everyone you could and getting a more in depth tour of the community. The jobs that people had. The jobs that Deanna wanted people to have.

You were completely spent by the time dinner came around.

It was tough. A lot of questions. A lot of talking. And a lot of alcohol. The people in Alexandria were sheltered, and you started to realize it very quickly. They had no concept of the world outside. Hell they had electricity and running water right from the beginning. They wouldn’t even be able to begin to understand what you’d all been through.

On top of that, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the attention Rick was giving one of the women. You recognized her husband as the doctor you’d seen. Rick was laughing and drinking. Socializing. With everyone but you.

When Sasha lost it on the woman talking about a pasta maker, you decided to leave as well. Needing some fresh air and a minute to yourself. Plus, Daryl wasn’t at the party. At all. Not that he was overly social, so it didn't surprise you. But you still felt sad that he hadn’t even tried. You would have stayed right next to him the whole night if he'd joined.

Walking home, the moon lit the way. Shadows form the houses and trees not appearing as scary as outside the walls. They gave you a sense of security you weren’t sure you’d ever feel again after the prison.

“Where have you been?”

Rick wouldn’t look at you. Instead inspecting the amber liquor in his glass. You approached carefully, the house was dark, clearly everyone was sleeping.

“I left. You seemed preoccupied.” you said it quietly. Didn't want to wake anyone.

He’d been talking to that blonde woman. No regard to the fact that you had been right there. Getting all close and friendly.

“That’s not an answer. Where?” He seemed mad. You weren't sure why, considering he was the one who'd barely looked at you since passing him after his shower the other day.

“I was looking for Daryl I-“

His glass slammed down on to the marble countertop. You couldn't help the flinch at the sound. Hoping he hadn’t woken his kids up upstairs, you gently step back.

“He was at Aaron’s. So where were you?”

You actually had been looking for Daryl. Just had very little luck finding him. So maybe you had wandered off to explore a little. Running into Deanna’s oldest son, fuck, you couldn’t even remember his name. He talked with you for a while on his doorstep, might have even made you a drink. Two, if you're being completely honest.

Rick must have seen. Or at least someone had, and told him.

“I was looking for him. And then I asked around if anyone had seen him and-“

“Couldn’t find Daryl so you thought you’d just slut yourself out for the next man available?” He wasn’t shying away from fighting words.

You caught your jaw dropping. Scoffing at his audacity. Surprised by his tone.

“Rick, you were in there talking and drinkin' away with that woman and you expect me to just-“

“I expect you to stay put. To stay with our group.” What was wrong with him. He was normally so kind with you. Maybe he really had too much to drink. You swallowed hard.

“Look, I don't know what you're issue is right now, but I’m done here. I’m tired and you’re drunk. We should both get to bed.” You turned on your heel only to feel his arm reach for yours pulling you back, facing him again. He smelled of whiskey. It wasn't a bad smell. Just not one you’d smelled on him before.

“Rick you’re drunk.”

He nodded.

You pulled your arm out of his grasp, and rubbed the already bruised skin. His eyes softened as he noticed your discomfort. You met his gaze, unsure what to say or do.

Finally he broke the silence.

“You don’t look at me the same. Not since-“ he cut himself off, bringing a hand to his forehead. “It’s like you don’t see me the same. Not like before...” His tone much softer than a moment ago.

“What are you talking about?” To be fair, it could be a number of things.

“You always have that look in your eyes. Like you- like you're scared of me or something. Always walking on eggshells it seems.”

You looked up at him. Freshly shaven. Ironed, collared shirt. And so fucking handsome it hurt.

“I’m not,” you say much quieter than you’d anticipated.

“I know that you’ve seen- I've done things,“ he took a breath, “that weren’t so pretty.”

He looks so pretty right now.

“Rick-“

He interrupted with a plead of your name instead.

You shook your head.

“You kept us all alive. Doesn’t matter how.”

You weren’t scared per say. But you were being cautious. Giving the man space. The same way you’d been back at the prison when he’d lost it on you after Lori. He knew he’d messed up but he fixed it. He’d scared Carl when he bit that guys throat out. And you never told Rick, but you were glad he’d done it. You wished you could have done the same. He proved himself to you all. Proved that he would do anything. Anything for the people he loved. That didn’t scare you.

It turned you on.

Ashamed to admit that every time he had went absolutely insane, at the prison, on the road, at Terminus, you couldn’t stop thinking about him pounding into you with the same intensity, covered in blood or not. And after he finally did, it took everything in you not to beg him to fuck you like that again. Because that wasn't him. Not really. Not the kind, sweet man you once knew, that you fell for at the farm.

“And we've all done things. Not just you. I don't blame you or anything.” You say when he doesn’t answer. Instead his hand trails up your hip, tickling the fabric. He started playing with the hem of your blouse, fingertips grazing the inch of bare stomach that your shirt didn’t cover. Catching his gaze on your breasts, until he looked up to meet your eyes.

“I’m -“

He shushes you and moves his hand up your waist, under your shirt, sending shivers up your spine. The other one coming up to your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“I don’t want you going near him again. Is that clear?” His voice was firm but low. No more friendly, social drinks on the Monroe family’s porch. Got it. Squeezing your legs together, you couldn’t do anything but nod in agreement.

“Say it.”

“Yes. It’s clear.” You’re insides practically throbbing at his demanding tone.

“Good girl.” His hands dropped from your body and he went back to his glass. Leaving you aching for his touch. One more sip. You stood there. Not really wanting to leave but knowing that you should. You really should.

“Get some sleep. You’re on watch in the morning.” He told you as he headed upstairs.

You went to your room and rubbed circles on your clit until Ricks name escaped your mouth. Fuck.

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Attitude (sex and zombies- chapter 11)

pairing- {Shane x fem!reader}

summary-You and Shane have something in common.

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI!

notes- flashback/ bonus scene for a Shane request. lets say set in between chapter 1 and 2.

“What the hell is he doin' over there? Gearing up for world war three? Jeesus.”

You were successful in holding in your laugh. Though a tiny smirk escaped that Shane unfortunately happened to see.

You were standing with him and Rick at the picnic table. Gearing up for the days search party for Sophia. Switching the route up and sending people out in pairs. You’d hoped for Rick as your search companion but Dale was weirdly insistent on being his partner. And so you got stuck with Shane. 'Stuck' might be a harsh word. You got to pair up with Shane.

“He’s just well prepared I guess.” You shrugged. Also watching the hunter from across camp, geared up with an incredible amount of leather on. Fixing up arrows and cleaning several of his guns. The tying of his shoelaces around his pant leg was what sent Shane over the edge. Prompting the rude jokes about his overpreparation and dedication to the cause.

“It’s smart! No mice can get up in there.” You tried to defended the man, though still chuckling at Shane’s jokes even at the expense of Daryl.

“Yeah well he’s still an idiot.”

“He’s just trying to help, Shane.” “You don’t need to be such an asshole,” You and Rick both spoke at the same time. He looked over and gave you a sweet smile at your silent agreement. Both sticking up for the man you were beginning to befriend. Shane huffed a quick ‘whatever’ and continued cleaning his gun.

You let Rick run over the game plan once again. Paying extra close attention to the veins in his hand and the way his long fingers pointed at the map, and definitely not enough to the words he was actually saying.

“You ready?” Shane tapped your hip with the back of his hand, grabbing your attention away from the dirty thoughts about what Ricks fingers could be doing to you.

“Yup. Gun. Knife. Phone. Wallet. “ You joked, patting down your pockets. Your face dropped at his lack of reaction, “Just kidding...”

He rolled his eyes and let himself smirk at your awful attempt to humour him. “I’ll meet you in the truck,” and lightly smacked your bum. Sending you off towards the driveway.

You watched him and Rick talk from the window of the vehicle. Lot's of eye rolling from Shane, and a clear argument between the two. His head still shaking as he entered the drivers seat.

“What?” You asked. The obvious shift in his attitude from before. He shifted the truck into drive and peeled out of the driveway.

“Is everything ok?” You asked after a moment of his heated silence.

He looked over while driving, contemplating what to tell you.

“Rick. He just- I don’t think he gets it. I mean come on, you 'n me both know we ain’t ever finding this girl.”

“Not with that attitude,” You joked.

He glared again. Serious written all over his face. You straightened up.

“Wait you actually want us to leave? To give up?” You looked at him. Honestly shocked at his forwardness. “Would you do that if it were Carl? Or Lori? Or me?”

“I wouldn’t have let any of you run off in the first place. Rick's too focused on the what if's. What he needs to focus on is the reality. She’s dead. Gotta be. There’s only so much ground to cover here. Hell we coulda been in Fort Benning by now."

“Rick is doing everything he can. He's trying to find a little girl who is scared and alone, surrounded by crazy flesh eating monsters. And you want us to leave? To Fort Benning? You really think that’s gonna be any better than here?”

“Yeah. I do.”

You scoffed a little. Rolling your eyes and turning to watch out the window.

The rest of the ride was quiet. You parked and walked the section that Rick had you two searching.

While you trekked through the forest, Shane began shit talking again. He started by complaining about Daryl, then Dale, then going back to Rick. Which normally you’d love to listen to since it involved Ricks name. But with the condescending tone Shane was speaking with, you were just irritated.

“-n everyone always has to listen to Rick. Take sides with Rick. Doesn't help that you and that redneck won’t hop off his dick-"

You whipped around quickly. Getting fed up at his bitching.

“Ohmygod Shane. What is your deal? Are you jealous or something? Is that what this is all about?”

“Jealous?” He scoffed. “I need him to get his head out of his ass, and start being a real leader. Focus on his family-”

“All he does is focus on his family!! You’re just mad that he’s doing a better job leading than any of us could.” You looked up at him. Not shying away from the scowl burning into you. “Or does this have to do with the fact that you're obsessing over his wife.”

He pulled at your collar, tugging you real close.

“I am not obsessing over anyone,” He hissed, nose almost touching yours.

“Well you’re not being very subtle about wanting to fuck her then.” No emotion could be read from your voice.

He thought for a moment.

“And you’re not very subtle about wanting to fuck Rick either.”

What an ass.

“Looks like we got something in common then.”

You tugged yourself out of his grasp and turned around, returning your focus to your search. Checking the ground for prints and hair and clothes. Anything that could have signalled Sophia’s presence in the woods. Looking for everything that Daryl had tried teaching you about.

“Hey! Get back here. We ain’t done yet.”

“Shane, I'm trying to find Sophia can we please just focus on-“ you were interrupted by his hand turning you by the shoulder and abruptly crashing his mouth against yours. What the fuck is he thinking.

“Agh- Shane!” You pulled away. Confused and surprised.

“Aw come on baby. You just said it. We have something in common. You’re pining over him... I ain’t getting over her. Let's take this out on eachother.”

“Shane I told you I-"

“Don’t even try and tell me that you're saving yourself for someone else cause I know that’s bullshit. He's married. And loyal. Now take your jeans off.”

You could feel your cheeks turn red. Getting turned on by the way he ordered you around. And the way he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“We’re in the middle of the woods-" you kept your voice low, trying to pull away but he shushed you, moving in on your frame and pushing you against a tree.

“You afraid Rick's gonna see us? Huh?” Shane started kissing down your neck as his hands fumbled with the button of your jeans. Tugging the fabric down your ass cheeks.

You couldn’t think of an answer. Yes. Kind of. Definitely. fuck.

Not only did you not want Rick seeing, but you really didn’t want Daryl seeing. He might actually fight you if he found out.

“Just like last time baby, just relax,”

He palmed at your breasts, and you could feel the wetness pooling in your lace underwear.

“That was supposed to be a one time thing Shane-"

He shut you up with his tongue in your mouth. You groaned, feeling him hum against your mouth. There wasn’t much you could do except give in to his grabby hands, pulling at your jeans and moving on to your flannel. Not caring about the search and rescue mission anymore. Just the possibility of getting bent over a tree stump and fucked into oblivion.

You were no better then any man.

You kissed him back as your hands went to his chest, pulling on his t-shirt, fingernails digging into his skin. You could hear him undo his belt.

“Fuck,” You whispered as his head dipped back to your neck, kissing down to your shoulder. You kicked your pants off to the ground beside you. Flannel unbuttoned and hanging open with his reach going for your panties, tugging them to the side.

“Up,” he tapped twice on the backs of your thighs. So you threw your arms around him and held on as he lifted you up. Pulled your legs around his waist and pushed you up against the tree.

“Atta girl.” He moved his mouth back over yours. Kissing you rough and messy as he lined himself up with your slit, the head of his cock running through your slick a couple of times before he pushed all the way in.

You let out a groan. From the stretch of practically zero foreplay, but mostly just the pleasure of being filled right up.

“Fuck baby. So wet and ready for me.” He said against your lips. You only moaned in response.

He fucked you into the tree, your back scratching against the bark and his hands holding tightly at the skin on your thighs. He wouldn't stop talking, spitting continuous praise, and occasional mocking.

“So fuckin' tight for me,”

“You like that? Getting fucked out here for anyone to see?”

“Damn baby you always this loud?”

“Bet I'm takin' care of you better than Rick ever could. Don’t you agree sweet stuff?"

He kept on going until you were an incoherent, moaning mess.

“Shane!” You could feel yourself getting close, digging your fingers into his biceps.

“Yeah princess? You close for me?”

“So close-”

He lifted you up a little further, bringing your legs up and over his shoulders. Unsure of how he was even holding you up at that point. But the new angle made you cry out. Hitting a spot so deep inside of you that it borderline hurt. The sounds you made were unavoidable, not that he minded. If anything it just boosted his ego and made him try even harder.

"That's right, come all over my cock baby. Fuck. Such a good girl for me." He fucked you through your orgasm. Hard and fast and destroying your cervix. Eyes rolling back with his name on your tongue.

As soon as your breathing shallowed, he lowered you back down to the ground.

“On your knees,”

You happily complied. Getting down and taking him in your mouth, hands pumping at the base as you finished him off. Didn’t take long before you were swallowing every drop.

You looked up at him with swollen lips and half lidded eyes.

“Goddamn. You really are something else.”

He did up his own belt as you adjusted your thong, and buttoned up your shirt.

Shane helped you up and started to pull your jeans on. Being sure to cop a feel of your ass as he did. You chuckled at his predictability.

“Hey,” he grabbed your jaw tipping it up. “Feel a little better now? Get some of that attitude fucked out of you?”

"Did you?"

His eyes darkened. "Do we gotta go another round or are you gonna smarten up?" He joked. Mostly anyway.

“You’re still an asshole.” You shook your head and tried not to smile.

He laughed and grabbed your ass again, pulling you in for one last kiss.

“We should get going. Get the rest of this region checked.”

You nodded and grabbed your weapons off the ground, following closely behind him.

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"Nothing?" Daryl jogged up the driveway as you hopped out of the truck. You shook your head.

"You?"

He shook his head too. Disappointment flooding his face. "Fuck."

"We'll go again tomorrow. We did all we could for the day." You let him grab at your shirt, pulling you towards the camp. Only looking back at Shane for a second, to see him smirking at you from the truck. What a shit head.

"Rick was asking for you." Daryl said as he kicked a rock down the gravel.

"Really?!"

"You don't have to sound so excited about it." he grumbled.

"Shut up."

"Seriously. I'm just glad you weren't paired up with him today."

"Why?"

He almost laughed in response until he realized you were serious.

"Cause you're way too fuckin' easy. Woulda made a cheater out of the poor guy the second you got him alone."

"I would not!" You shoved his arm gently. Couldn't help but feel a little hurt at him calling you easy. Mostly because you knew it was right. And while Daryl may have been relieved about you not being paired up with Rick, he probably didn't realize he should've been worrying about Shane.

If he knew how truly easy you'd been in the woods, he'd have you over his knees for sure.

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Aggravate (sex and zombies- chapter 16)

pairing- (Daryl x fem!reader)

summary- No one gets you worked up like he can.

warnings- 18+ content. Smut, hate sex with Daryl, degrading, outdoor sex, zero aftercare whatsoever... so just tread lightly...

note- @rickswh0r3 here u go luv. hate sex with Daryl as requested. **This is one last flashback chapter before I start to wrap this work up. Basically just a little bit of context for the fight that was mentioned in chapter 2. I did originally want to add this chapter, but my timeline errors were irritating the hell out of me. So let's just pretend that I didn't make any... or at least that the time spent on the farm was more drawn out than in the show. This scene doesn't entirely add to the plot but hey... it's more smut. And that's why we're all here, right?

You hadn’t went out with the intention to be kidnapped. You just wanted to help the group. Restock the medical supplies that they were wasting on Randall. Supplies that you thought Lori would eventually need. That anyone could end up needing.

And now you were fighting. Again. With Daryl and his moody little temper, always getting the best of him. Caring a little too much about his new favourite member of the group. One who’d do him all the sexual favours he wanted as long as he reciprocated. And he did. Fuck, did he ever.

During your trip into town, you’d had a very unfortunate run in with the rest of Randals group. Some of them at least. Granted, you had been pretty stupid, going out on your own. But everyone makes shit decisions now and again.

You weren’t even sure how you managed to escape. Pure luck if you had any real guess. Climbed out of the window while the lead guy was distracted, and you didn’t stop running until you collapsed in the woods, along the fence line of the farm. The lights on inside the house, everyone probably getting ready for bed. It was dark and you were coated in walker blood. Zip tie marks that had rubbed your wrists raw. Daryl was really unhappy when he noticed those. Immediately his mind wandered to the worst. Assuming that those men had done things to you. Gross things. Things he wanted saved for himself only. Not that he would tell you that.

It’s why he was so worked up. Deep down, he knew you meant well, trying to go on the supply run. But you’d executed the plan very poorly in his opinion. You should have asked him to go with you. You argued back, saying that he was too busy beating the shit out of Randall to notice that you were gone in the first place. That only made him more mad.

Regardless, he was pissed. You’d explained everything to Rick and Hershel, and they weren’t really that mad. Mostly just glad you’d made it home safe. You were positive that Randalls group didn’t follow you, but Shane wanted extra lookouts just in case. Prompting him and Andrea to be in charge of watch for the next few days, while they “felt things out”.

Worried about you, angry from the weeks events and only getting more worked up by the hour, Daryl decided to go on a walk to find you. Since you hadn’t showed up at the tent after speaking with Rick and Hershel at the house. Eventually, he caught you behind the barn, trying to get some air and space from him and the rest of the group. Said he’d heard you. Said you couldn’t be quiet if it would save your life. And that’s how the fight started. You tried to block the really nasty bits out, but he really lost it on you this time.

“The hell are you cryin’ for huh? You’re the one who ran off like an idiot!” Daryl swung his arm towards the woods, the action making you flinch.

“I was trying to help, I-"

“What you did was stupid. Puttin’ us all in danger. Do you realize that? Rick and Lori… they’d never say it. But you know it’s true. Everyone’s at risk now if those guys try and find you- Find us.” Daryl was pissed. You’d never seen him this mad before. Maybe when Rick left Merle on that roof in Atlanta. Yeah that was definitely worse. But now, the anger was directed at you. And honestly his yelling wasn’t helping anything. It just made you want to shut down. Made you feel like shit. More than you already had.

“You are so useless you know that? Always havin’ to clean up after your shitty decision ma-“

“My shitty decision making?! What about you? Getting kicked off a horse like some idiot.” He really didn't like it when you would talk back, so you made sure to do it as much as possible.

“‘Least I was actually doin’ something. I had a lead on that girl!”

“You didn’t have shit, and you know it!”

“This ain’t about me, dammit, you can’t even admit what you did was stupid!”

“I feel bad enough already! Can you just drop it?!” You were trying not to yell, but he was really getting you worked up. Blowing the situation out of proportion. It wasn’t that big of a deal. You were still alive and well.

“You shoulda just stayed there. Shoulda never come back... puttin' us all in danger.”

Your chest hurt at that comment. Seriously, how could he even say that?

“I can’t fucking stand you!” You finally spat. Fed up with his shit. He couldn’t have meant that, right?

A moment of heated silence passed between you. Within thirty seconds, he had you pushed up against the back of the barn, mouth smashing against your own, bumping teeth and grabby hands. Practically tearing your clothes off.

“Daryl- get ugh-“ you pushed at his chest once you fully processed what was happening.

But he didn’t stop, instead he just pushed you further up against the barn, the paint chips and slivers of wood catching on your shirt. Your pants already being shoved down your ass. You struggled against the hand trying to get in between you, and once he had enough of your squirming, he decided to just shove you face first into the wall.

“Quit whining.” He grumbled into your ear and you could feel his hard on poking you through his jeans.

“You know what they coulda done to you huh? Those guys out there?” His hand was cupping your cunt through your panties, massaging at your clit through the fabric.

“They coulda hurt you in so many ways, baby.” Your panties being tugged down to join the jeans around your knees. “Woulda been a hell of a lot meaner than me, I’ll tell you that much,”

You whimpered at the thought.

“Is that what you wanted? To get all roughed up by some strange men? Am I not doing enough for you? You need a whole gang of guys to fuck you?

“No you-“ interrupted by your own moan, his fingers were inside you now, and his lips brushed your ear as he continued his lewd commentary. Though the further he got with his fingers, the less you actually wanted to object.

“No? I’m not enough for you? Is that what you’re saying?” He clarified, his grip on your waist getting more aggressive by the second.

“Ow, no! You’re enough- you, ugh- you do so good Daryl. You’re so good to me…” you whined the last bit. A little shameful of how pathetic you sounded.

“That’s better.” He whispered, replacing his fingers with his cock. The new warmth between your legs pulling a gasp out of you. “Can’t fucking stand me huh?” He mocked you. “You’re fuckin’ pathetic, baby. Always have been.”

He fucked you hard enough your knees threatened to give out. Though his grip around your waist would have held you up if you’d actually failed at standing on your own. You didn’t even register the whiney pleas coming from your mouth. But Daryl didn’t miss it. Never would he miss the opportunity to humiliate you.

“Sayin' 'please' like a good girl? You really are a cumslut, aren't you. Can't believe how easy it is to break you.”

His words stung, but the feeling of him pounding right into that spot that made you see stars, quickly made up for it.

“Daryl wait-“ you could feel your orgasm approaching already, embarrassingly fast for how angry he had made you.

“Shut up,” he grunted, sticking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your creamy substance on his digits. He kept them there as he fucked you against the barn, too horny to care about anyone catching you. He always got so hard when you’d fight. Maybe he just liked seeing you cry.

You couldn’t help but gag and moan, and that made him snap his hips even faster, the sound of skin smacking against skin, filled the air.

“Mpmhh,” you muffled around his fingers, spit starting to run down your chin.

“What’s that sweetie? Can’t hear you with my fingers in your mouth.”

He was being an absolute asshole. But for whatever reason, your body loved it. You clenched around him and could feel your own cum running down your leg. The orgasm hitting fast and hard. Eyes rolling back as you tried not to moan any more. Didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“Shit,” he gasped, pulling out and cumming all over your ass, some of it dripping right into your panties. His fingers leaving your mouth with a string of spit. He didn’t wait long before he turned you back around and pulled your panties up. Followed by your pants, his seed dampening the fabric, all sticky against your skin.

“Daryl-“ you tried to scorn him but he didn’t care. Buttoning up his own jeans and then running a hand through his hair.

You were both still fuming. Flushed faces and heavy breathing. And though the sex was good, your feelings were still hurt. Not knowing the difference between what he said and what he meant. If there was any difference for that matter.

“You can sleep in the trailer tonight. Dale said there’s room.” He told you, and started walking away to his own tent. The one you usually shared.

You just stood there, unable to move, weak in the knees and thighs. Dried tears down your face and the feeling of his cum in your underwear. What the fuck.

“Fuck you…” Your voice cracked as you tried to call after him, thinking he probably wouldn't even hear you. Wether he did or not, he refused to acknowledge you.

“You alright?” The voice behind you made your spine straighten immediately. Ah shit. Terrible timing.

“I just thought I heard something… is everything ok?” You glanced over at Rick, a confused expression on his face.

You sniffled and wiped your eyes with your sleeve. “Yeah - uh- sorry just-“

Rick seemed worried. Rightfully so, given your last 24 hours being a total shitstorm. And now, walking in on you freshly fucked and left to cry behind a damn barn. Though you weren't sure if Rick realized that. Maybe it just looked like you were sad.

“Just a had a little… argument. That’s all.” You looked down at your hands, picking at your nails. Argument. Yeah, that’s what it was.

“Daryl?” He confirmed, approaching you slowly.

“Yeah.”

“He was worried about you, y’know,”

“Oh I’m sure.” You attempted at a laugh but it came out more like a sob then you intended.

“He was. Wouldn’t stop pacing around. We were gettin' ready to start searching the woods.”

You gave him a weak smile.

“It’s been a long day. You should get some rest.” He grabbed you by the hand, all soft and gentle, and led you back to camp. Why couldn't Daryl ever be soft and gentle. You couldn't help but think how lucky Lori is. To have a husband with such a kind heart. Such a pretty face and a genuine smile. So opposite of the guy you'd let drag you to his bed for the past few months.

The whole walk back to the trailer, you wanted to cry. And you also had the overwhelming desire to punch something. Daryl could always do this. Make you feel all hot and cold. Well, truthfully, it was him that was hot and cold. You were just hot and bothered. Intoxicated by him one moment, and torn to pieces the next.

No one else could ever get you as worked up as he could.

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Supression (sex and zombies- chapter 12)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- Rick has some pent up emotions.

warnings- 18+ obviously. MDNI. rough, mean, hate sex? hair pulling, choking, a tiny bit of angst at the end.

notes- you know that song that goes "yeah, he loves me, but he fucks me like he hates my guts" ? sooo... that's basically this. enjoy!

"Ohmygod", you scrambled up from your spot on the gravel, lunging towards Daryl, wrapping your arms around him and digging your face into his jacket.

The five of you looked like absolute hell. Daryls face beaten in, bloody and bruising as the seconds passed. Carl crying as Michonne tried to comfort him. Ricks face and neck slick with another mans blood. This weird haze of something unfamiliar in his eyes. Shock probably. It didn't even look like him. Hands shaky and mind somewhere else.

You held onto Daryl, tight. You wanted to just break down and cry into his shoulder, but you thought better of it. Trying to keep yourself together, for his sake but more for yours. He held you for a long moment, no words exchanged, just the feeling of both of your heart rates attempting to return to normal.

Nobody slept well that night. Not for a while. Not even after finding the rest of your family.

In fact, you were so sleep deprived by the time you had all found the church, that both Michonne and Daryl had pulled you aside separately, to see if you were ok. You weren't. But neither was anyone. So you didn't make a big deal out of it.

Rick was... pissed. Angry. Mad at the world. Mad at the Claimers. Mad at Terminus. The fact that his family was put in danger, captured to be killed and eaten right beside him. And... well, mad that not everyone wanted to listen to him. The new recruits from the road had showed up, blabbing about some cure, which sounded like utter bullshit in your opinion. But it didn't matter, Rick wasn't having it either.

Actually, for some unknown reason, Rick didn't seem to be 'having it' with you either. At first you thought it was just the shock. Every event that had happened was so quick and sudden. A lot of different emotions. And it's not like you minded. You were always so understanding, especially when it came to his family, getting Judith back, making sure Carl was okay. That was important. To him and to everyone. But even after things started to cool down, he seemed... off. He barely spoke to you, wouldn't even look in your direction while sitting around the church, picking at cans of whatever vegetable hadn't been so popular. You weren't entirely used to the silent treatment. Knowing that something was wrong but being almost too scared to ask. I mean, hell everything was wrong. So what could he possibly say that would actually make you feel any better?

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You didn’t have to turn around to know who opened the bus door. You took a breath in, awaiting the unavoidable confrontation.

“Are you kidding me?” He growled from behind you. The bag in your hand dropped to the floor of the bus.

“It’s not what you think, I’m just-“

He pushed you forward, down the aisle of the bus. Stumbling, you catch yourself on the edge of a seat, turning around to look at him.

“Yeah you know exactly what it looks like,”

It looked like you were helping Abe and Eugene. Going against Rick's wishes, and orders. In truth, it was the exact opposite. You were trying to find the keys and hide them. Take their bags and delay them from leaving. You wanted the bus too. For your own friends. Not to get some idiot to DC.

“I know,” you put your hands up slightly.

Rick was amped up from the nights events. Still on edge from the argument in the church only an hour ago.

“I was taking the bags out, not loading them up,” you try to explain.

He knew you were being truthful, but he was still just as unimpressed. “You shouldn’t be out here anyway,” he approached you in the dark bus.

“I was trying to help.”

“Well don’t. Stay inside where it’s safe.”

“So why are you out here then?”

“I heard you leave. Didn’t want you getting hurt... Again.” He added. Eyes flashing down your body almost too quick to notice.

“As if that was my fault,” you gave him a little attitude. He was being aggressive. For no reason. His anger towards the world being taken out on anyone who was there.

If looks could kill, you'd of dropped to the floor of the bus. His glare burned into you, hot and mean.

“You think it was mine?” He let out a dry laugh, stepping closer and closer, while you walked backwards until you hit the back of the bus.

“I didn’t say that,” immediately regretting your tone.

“Mmm but you’re thinkin’ it aren’t you?” He was close now, his eyes almost black in the darkness.

You shook your head.

“I’ve never even thought that,”

“Oh bullshit,”

"It's not bullshit." You were mad now. “You know what's bullshit? That I have done everything you ever wanted, stood by you even at your fucking worst and you still have the nerve to think I would blame you for all this shit." You were up in his face now.

"I have never doubted you. Not for a second. So if you have had any thought that this whole situation we have ourselves in is your fault, that’s a reflection of what you believe, not me.”

He hesitated for a moment. Jaw clenching.

“What? You realize I’m right? Huh?” You jabbed a finger at his chest. Sick of his attitude.

“You wanna punching bag? To take it all out on someone? You haven't even talked to me since we found Daryl, and now you wanna pick a damn fight?" You couldn't help but scoff, "Well I’m not your girl. I’ve been on your side every damn step of the way."

“I know that-"

“Then cut it out Rick. I don't deserve this shit.” Now you were the one stepping forward into him, forcing him back. “Don’t be mad at me because you feel bad about what’s happened.”

“Of course I feel bad! I’m supposed to lead this group, I'm supposed to protect you!” He hissed.

“I never asked you to.“

His scowl deepened. Oh that hit a nerve.

"I am doing everything I can to keep this group alive-"

“Well stop it. You can’t control what happens to us Rick. You can't save all of us! We are fighting for our fucking lives in this stupid church and you can’t do anything about it,” you could see his face twitch. That little head tilt. Oh my god it made you wanna climb him. Going weeks without any attention from him, it didn't matter now that he was mad, because at least he was mad at you.

“We're stuck here with that useless priest, and that mullet wearing prick. They’re gonna get us killed. You think so too, I know you do.”

“Shut up.”

“You aren’t in control anymore and you can’t fucking stand it can you-"

He grabbed your face roughly.

“I said. Shut. Up.” He wasn’t having it. At all. You were only trying to get a rise out of him. And boy was it ever working.

“Fuck you,” you growl.

To your surprise he brought his head down to yours, smashing your lips together. Kissing you with an intensity you weren't quite familiar with. Despite your anger, you still returned the favour. I mean why else were you egging him on like that, if not to get a little relief. Almost Immediately he started to peel layers off of you. Your coat, jeans, boots. All while kissing, and biting down your neck.

“I hate you,” you told him quietly, beard scratching at your skin as he peeled your panties off.

He almost laughed at your comment, suppressed it into your shoulder. He didn’t believe that for a second.

His jacket and shirt were discarded in the pile of clothes and weapons he'd stripped off of you.

“Turn around.” He demanded. And so you did, not without a little help from Rick pushing you down onto the bus seat. You let out a sound and your arms jutted out to the window. He wasn’t being gentle. Not like he usually was. Far from it. His rough hands went straight to your hips, and he pushed you even further, face now pressed up against the window. You could only see a faint light from inside the church. Nothing else. Utter darkness of the forest surrounding the two of you. He pushed between your legs, lining himself up to your already soaking wet pussy. Your own body betraying your hostile words. The belt buckle from his jeans was cold on the back of your thigh, causing a little whimper to escape your lips.

“What’s that about me not being in control?” His hand tangled in your hair, pulling at your scalp.

“Ah!”

He pushed into you from behind, not giving you any time to adjust. Thrusting rough and fast. His hand digging into your ass, pulling you back against him hard. You didn’t even care to hide the sounds you were making. Unable to do anything except grasp at the man’s hand in your hair. Hoping to ease his grip.

When he did finally ease up, he pulled you back by the hips, so that he was standing and you were closer to the edge of the seat. A palm pressed down on your back, pushing your face against the seat with his other hand still gripping your hip. Pulling you back onto him. Pounding into you hard and hitting a spot inside of you that you didn't even know existed.

You moaned right into the seat.

Hate sex had always been a favourite. Though historically it was with Daryl, after a particularly bad argument or a day of him acting like an asshole. It felt different with Rick. To feel every emotion that he was trying to hold back, through the force of his thrusts. It was exhilarating. Feeling absolutely used, like his own personal fuck doll. A punching bag to blow off steam. It was so dirty, and fucked up, and turned you on even more.

“Rick-“ you cried out when you knew you were close and your legs started to give out. He didn’t let up, instead choosing to flip you around and onto your back, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as soon as he entered you again.

His thumb went to your clit, rubbing messy circles as he pounded into you.

“You like that huh? Being tossed around like a little slut?” He asked. A moan In his ear let him know that yes. Yes you did.

His hands were grabbing at your waist and your skin so hard you knew he’d leave bruises.

You couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at the sound that left you when he lifted both of your legs onto his shoulders. Though he quickly shut you up, with his mouth on yours, muttering something unintelligible against your lips.

You came hard, squeezing your eyes shut and breathing all heavy, raspy moans. Hands pushing against his stomach.

“-t’s too much - Rick please,” you couldn't take anymore.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” he growled into your ear. He placed his hand on your throat, pressing down on the sides, and you heard him swear under his breath.

You let the next orgasm wash through you as you struggled to breath, your fingernails digging into his wrist, no doubt leaving marks for the next day. Seeing tiny white stars as the pleasure erupted through your core and down the muscles of your legs. He finally let go and you inhaled a sharp breath looking up at him through teary eyes.

He pulled out and you replaced the hand stroking his cock with your own, letting him come onto your stomach, and up your breasts.

He let out a shaky breath.

You were cold now without him so close to you. He grabbed one of your shirts and cleaned you up, helping you get dressed with the rest. Leaving with only a layer less than when you’d gotten on the bus. He plopped down onto the seat next to you, breathing heavy, both of you silently inspecting the pattern on the back of the seat in front of you.

"Why haven't you talked to me?" you finally just asked. Sick of the silence and sick of not knowing.

He chewed on his lip for a moment. The gears in his head turning, for only you to see.

He sighed and shook his head, not facing you, "You went to him. After they- on the road... You went to him."

He was talking about Daryl. The way you hugged him after Rick bit that guys throat out and gutted his buddy. He was right, you had went to Daryl. But in that moment you didn't even recognize Rick. There was no way he would have made you feel any better.

Maybe that's what he was so upset about. That he couldn't have been the one to comfort you. To take care of you.

"We didn't even know he was alive I was just-" happy to see him. Scared from the situation, and your instincts told you to go to the closest comfort. Ricks unfocused gaze and the blood dripping down his beard didn't exactly scream comfort.

"It's fine. I'm just- uh," he backtracked. "You went to him. And my mind... it never stops. I- I just can't stop thinking. Ever. And every time I even look at you... it gets worse. Thinking about how..." He ran a hand over his face. Not wanting to talk about it anymore. All you wanted was for him to pour his heart out, and every time he got close, he would stop. Just fucking say it already.

“You're right okay. You do listen. You do everything I say, even when I can tell you don't agree," he tried grabbing your hand but you pulled away. "If everyone else were like you... maybe... I don't know.” Maybe they'd still be alive. That's what he wanted to say. His ego had clearly gotten the best of him lately. Rick looked over at you with another unfamiliar expression. He could tell you were spent, and maybe a little upset, rubbing at your neck.

“You're such an asshole.” you answered, almost a whisper.

When he didn't answer, you got up and brushed past him. He tried to object, calling your name and grabbing your arm, “Come back. I didn't-“

You tugged your arm back and stormed out of the bus.

He knew that you were just as scared to lose him. He knew it, and he still couldn't even outright say it. Whatever it was.

Only a few meters from the church, you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. Annoyed and upset, you turn around, immediately forced to dodge the jaws snapping at you.

“Oh shit!” You push the walker to the side, scrambling for your knife. When it got back up and closer you drove your knife in through its jaw, letting it drop down by your feet. A few deep breaths. Your heart rate through the roof.

Looking back at the bus, Rick's hand was on his gun, looking at you through the doorway. Ready to come save you. Just in case you needed it.

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Torment (sex and zombies- chapter 10)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- Rick never wants you out of his reach. Like ever.

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI! smut, bathtub sex, use of shower head?, overstimulation... **also reader sustains a gunshot injury (just typical twd violence) so skip the first three paragraphs if you don't want to read descriptions of pain.

Thank God for Michonne. Otherwise, you'd have bled out under a tree in no time.

She picked you up and helped you both run off into the woods, fighting off walkers with her sword as you held on to her like a crutch. Your leg burned and your jeans were completely coated, slick with your blood. Finally, when you were as far out as she deemed safe, you stopped to rest. To fix you up. Michonne did her very best by cauterizing the wound. With your knife and a small fire she set in the tiny, abandoned, gas station convenience store.

It hurt like a bitch.

You'd never been shot before. Of course Rick had, and so had Carl. But they never described the pain in an accurate way. It wasn’t even that bad initially. At first it felt like a hard punch to the thigh, probably due to the adrenaline coursing through you and the urgent need to move. To run. But as soon as things had calmed down, you started to seriously contemplate amputation. You’d lost a lot of blood, and it was hard to stay awake. Your entire upper leg was on fire, burning and aching as blood seeped through your fingertips.

"You have to let me do this." Michonne was holding your knee down, and had already cut your pant leg off. "As long as we can stop the bleeding I think you'll be okay. It went clean through." She gently pried your hands off your leg. The sight of your wound, and the sheer amount of blood coating your hands and body made your stomach churn. You squeezed your eyes shut and groaned at the thought of the hot metal approaching your skin.

"I think I'm gonna pass out."

When you woke up your head hurt, your leg was bandaged and you were in an old pair of cargos that Michonne had found for you in a car right outside of the store.

"Shit," You rubbed your eyes awake, and then the back of your head. A goose egg had formed from your little fall. "How long was I out?" You asked as she handed you a bottle of water. Taking a few small sips, trying not to down the whole thing.

"About a day." She looked like she wanted to cry.

Seeing her expression jogged your memory. Quickly making you realize where you were. And more importantly why you were there.

"Did you see- did anyone else-"

"I don't know."

Oh my god. Rick. Daryl. Judith. Everyone's faces flashed in your mind and suddenly you wanted to cry too.

"They had to. I- the bus left, they- ohmygod. Maggie, she was nearby and- Rick. Did you see Rick?" You hated that it was the only question you really needed answered. Obviously you cared about everyone, but seeing what you saw happen to Rick after his speech about how you could all live together, made your eyes sting. You wiped your face and moved to get up, wincing when you put some weight on your leg. immediately weak and dizzy when you tried to walk.

Michonne called your name and grabbed your arm, pulling you back down, onto the floor. "He was alive. Hurt, but alive. He went to find Carl and then- I don't know I saw you and..."

"We have to go find them. Any of them. There has to be more than just us. Right? I saw the bus leave I-" You were frantic. Michonne shushed you and pulled you in close. Holding you tight as your shaky breaths turned into real tears. "We have to..."

"I know sweetie, I know," She ran her hand through your hair and let you lean into her. Let you process the pent up emotions you'd been scared of since the start. "We'll find them, but first you gotta rest."

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The next few days were hell. If you didn't have Michonne, you couldn't even begin to wonder where you’d be. Probably groaning and rotting alongside one of the many walkers that had attacked you both in the woods. The sound of all the gunshots and explosions had practically attracted a hoard. Thanks to Michonne, you weren’t forced to become a part of it.

During your search, the two of you kept switching attitudes. Like a rollercoaster of emotions, one day she’d be full to the brim with hope and by the next day, empty. And you the opposite. As if only one of you could have faith at a time.

"We would have found someone by now." She told you from over her shoulder, stepping over a tree branch and warning you it was there. Eyes fixed in a permanent scowl.

"We don't know that." You tried being positive. But it was hard. It was humid and hot, and the walkers were abundant. Your kill count had honestly doubled since you left the prison yard. Machete blade slick with guts and your clothes smelling like dirt and copper.

It wasn't long until you needed more rest.

You had found some water. Enough for the two of you. You rested in a minivan for two whole nights, and the sleep did wonders for your leg. It still hurt when you touched it, but you could easily put more and more pressure as the days went on. The two of you continued to move, circling to the highway, into the woods and back out. Trying to find a sign of anyone you knew.

Eventually you came across a town, which seemed like a decent place for anyone to hole up. And with the days you'd been traveling on foot, a suburban family home was a dream come true.

While taking care of a walker, you heard your name called from the porch of a house. Looking over at Michonne sporting a genuine smile. Tears welled in her eyes. You approached slowly, and she started laughing when the door opened

You were frozen. Unsure if what you were seeing was real, or just a figment of your imagination. Maybe you had died of blood loss and this was your afterlife. Seeing Rick open up that front door. Bruised and bloody and beautiful as ever.

When you stepped inside, he pulled your face into his shoulder, hugging you so tight you could barely breath. Not that you minded. If you died in his arms you'd be a happy woman.

But you weren't dead. And neither was he. Hurt, yes. But not much worse than you.

You felt his chest move beneath your fingers. A silent sigh of relief, before he gently pressed a kiss onto the side of your head.

"You look like shit." You whispered into his shirt. All he did was huff a quiet laugh and pull you even closer.

The relief was written on all of your faces during dinner that night. Smiles and giggles over dry cereal. A game of cards and a whole lot of comfort.

Rick made a game plan for you all. He figured if the four of you had gotten out, there was a really good chance that the others had too. Now it was only a matter of actually finding them. You'd all rest in the house for a couple more days, scavenge for some food, and then head out. Try and meet up with anyone. Maybe try tracking the bus. It wasn't a clear or solid plan by any means, but it was something.

There had to be others, and if there were, you needed to find them. To find the rest of your family.

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"Did she go to sleep already?" You could hear Rick ask someone from the hallway. Michonne answered that you were drawing a bath, and told him to let you get some rest.

"She's had a rough few days." A muffled goodnight and a door shut behind her.

The water was warm. Not hot. But it was better than nothing. You poured some bubble bath into the water stream, its sweet bubblegum scent immediately filling the little room. Whatever upper middle class couple lived in the house before had left tons of goodies. Hygiene products, toothpaste, and shockingly well fitting clothes. You'd already helped yourself to their closet, picking out some sleep shorts and a tank top. Plus some new jeans and a long sleeve, making sure to pack some extras into your bag along with some other essentials. As you unbuttoned your pants and started to slide them down your thighs, you heard three soft taps on the bathroom door. Looking up, Rick pushed it open slightly.

"Hey," he glanced up at you and then to the floor. Giving you a little privacy.

"I was just gonna wash up before bed." You told him, wincing slightly as your waistband reached your bandage, just above your knee.

He looked back up and his eyes widened at the site of your injury. You immediately wished he hadn't seen. Now he'd be worrying about it all night.

"Ohmygod," He came over and tried to help with your pants, moving you to sit on the small vanity stool near the tub. He knelt down and unwrapped the gauze around your thigh, enough to see the gunshot. Looking up at you with lips parted in disbelief.

"I just got caught in the crossfire. It's really not as bad as it looks." You tried to reassure him but he shook his head. But it was true. You felt a lot better than it looked.

"I tried, I really tried- Fuck, I just..." He ran a hand over his face. Stressed at the thought of you hurting. Slowly, he sat up on the edge of the tub and dipped his hand in, drawing a circle in the warm water. Then shut the tap off.

"Here," He started at your t-shirt, lifting the bottom. You raised your arms and let the man undress you. He looked worse than you. There was no reason he should be helping you get undressed. He was just as hurt. More even. When you first noticed the cut on his nose and the bruises under his eyes, it hurt your heart. And his sad, glossy eyes didn't help either. Despite your curiosity, you didn't even try to bring up Judith. To ask what happened. Not when he seemed so damn broken already.

"Rick you don't have to-"

"I do. Okay just let me- let me take care of you, just for right now."

You nodded reluctantly and let him help you. Allow him to distract himself from the guilt of you getting hurt. Something that wasn’t even in his control. He unclipped your bra, peeled your panties off and took down your hair. You stepped into the warm water, immediately feeling a wave of relief. Clean warm water. You had dried blood covering your legs since the convenience store. You didn’t even know how many days had passed, you weren’t keeping track. You laid back, wetting your hair and running your hands over your face, washing the sweat and blood away.

Rick watched you from the edge of the tub, tongue darting out to lick his cracked lip. The thought of him seeing you bathe made you blush and dip your head under again. Not that he hadn't seen you naked already, it was just never like this. So… intimate. He smiled sweetly at your bashfulness and handed you shampoo, then conditioner, and a comb. Once you felt clean, you drained the bloody water and started running some more. Warm and fresh. Dipped yourself back in again, hiding your body beneath the water, soap suds surrounding your knees, exposed to the air. Rick dipped his hand in the water again, swirling it around some. His touch made its way to your leg. You looked up at his pretty blue eyes, pupils dilated and giving you that familiar look. So sweet and so very suggestive.

It was hard not to notice the stiff tent in his jeans.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved to your inner thigh, carefully avoiding your other injured leg. He stayed like that for a moment, hand massaging at your sore muscles. His touch making your body ache for more. You were already naked, he just had to catch up. “I still can’t believe we found you,” you told him, bringing your hand up to meet his other arm, holding on to the side of the tub. You started playing with the ring on his finger, then moved to his watch, tracing the face of it with your nail. He loved it when you touched him so mindlessly. The way you would play with the buttons on his shirt, or tap and trace the buckle of his belt. Light, feathery touches of attention that never failed to send sweet tingles down his spine.

“Me neither,” he watched your hand trace at his watch. “Makes me never wanna let you out of my sight again,” the hand on your thigh moved even lower down, fingers brushing your clit. You let out a sigh and Rick licked his lips.

He rubbed your clit slowly with his thumb, fingers teasing at your entrance under the water. Warm hands on your clean, wet skin.

"From now on I want you within my reach. At all times." His voice was low but it was an order. Even in his sweet and teasing nature, he was dead serious.

“I’d be okay with that.” You rested your head back against the wall of the tub and closed your eyes. Escaping into the feeling of Ricks touch. He pushed his fingers inside of you with ease, your pussy practically pulling him in. His long digits curled to hit your sweet spot. Over and over and over. You moaned quietly and unintentionally as his thumb continued to message messy circles on your clit. The combination made your breathing become laboured. Your hand went to his forearm, nails digging in.

Fuck, you were already close.

When your breath slowed down and the grip on his arm become even tighter, he could tell you were right on the edge. And then he stopped.

Your eyes shot open and you looked up at him in shock. “Why’d you stop I was-” so close. So fucking close. And he just stopped, completely ruining your orgasm.

“Always so needy huh,” He teased with a smug grin.

"Rick seriously-" you whined.

"You’ll come. I promise. Now just lay back." He pushed on your shoulder gently and then grabbed the detachable shower faucet from the tub and turned it on. He fidgeted with the thing for a moment and turned the nozzle to a jet setting. His hand disappeared under the water again to press the powerful stream up against your clit. A little surprised by the feeling, you let out a sound and he shushed you.

”Wouldn't wanna wake any one up now, do you?”

You shook your head and closed your eyes. The feeling of the water pressure against your clit seemingly taking over every pleasure receptor in your body. It was such an intense feeling. Just a fragment away from being too much.

"Hold that right there for me," He grabbed your hand and forced it around the handle. You obeyed with enthusiasm. Little whimpers escaping you from the pleasure.

He moved his own hand down, and back inside of you. Even wetter than before, he picked up where he left off, curling and pumping at a perfect pace.

You tried to suppress the moans and whimpers but you failed miserably. Rick kept his eyes locked on yours, making you a little nervous but still turning you on even more. You bit your lip, trying to quiet yourself.

"You okay there sweetheart?" Rick smirked. You glanced down at the veins in his arms. Extra noticeable as his forearms flexed, working you into a writhing mess.

The whole thing brought you to climax quickly and without warning. A tiny cry escaped your lips. Rick leaned over, taking the back of your hair in his hand and pulling you in for a kiss. Sparks washed over your core and through your body, hot and euphoric. You could actually feel the walls of your pussy convulse around his fingers, and the water against your clit was suddenly way too much. You pulled away from the pressure and his hand, sinking further into Ricks kiss. But his hand caught your own, and pulled the shower head back to your cunt.

"It's too much- I can't-" you tried telling him against his lips. Which was useless. Probably because making you a sobbing mess is one of his favourite things to do. So he continued to hold it against you, despite the evident tears starting to form. Shaky breaths escaping your lips.

"You can handle it." he said leaning back, unconvinced of your objections.

A sob erupted from your core as the second, slightly painful, orgasm washed over you. Hot and intense and too much to handle. You gripped the sides of the tub with both hands so hard that your knuckles turned white.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for me baby,”

"I'm- uh-" You tried to speak but no words would form, just a drawn out whine. You even tried forcing your legs shut but Rick was quick to shut that down. Clicking his tongue, his hand coming up and spread you back out, holding the shower head against you until you came for a third and final time, crying and shaking and overstimulated as all hell. The muscles in your legs burned and your abdomen started to spasm.

When he finally let up and removed the device, you slammed your legs shut, hand going straight to your cunt, attempting to alleviate the borderline painful numbness.

"Fuck," You whispered. Rick let out a quiet laugh and shut the water off, hand moving to your legs once more and gently squeezing your thigh.

"Too much?"

You gave him a death glare but all it did was make his smile grow.

"C'mhere." He got up and grabbed a towel, holding it out in front of him. You slowly stood up, legs shaky from the torture you were forced to endure. You lifted your arms up for him and stepped out of the tub. He wrapped the towel around you, tucking a corner in so it would stay up. He leaned in and kissed you softly, while his thumb rubbed circles on your jaw.

"I would do that all night if I knew it wouldn't break you." He whispered.

"How do you know that didn't break me?"

"Well you’re standing, for starters."

"Barely." you shot back.

"You could have handled one more." A smug look crossed his face.

You huffed, "I'm a crying mess, begging you to stop, and you think I could take one more?"

"I think I could pin you down right now and make you come again. Have you screaming my name, and begging me to fuck you."

"I don't scream."

"Oh you scream. I know you scream because I've made it happen-”

"Shut up," you smacked at his arm and stepped back. He laughed quietly as you went for the pile of clean pyjamas you had folded on the vanity.

"I'm only teasing,” He sounded apologetic. Sincere. “I just missed you is all." He lifted your chin and stepped back into your space. He kissed you slowly and the butterflies in your stomach helped you admit that he was probably right. You really fucking loved it when he would pin you down and have his way with you. Never letting up until you were a crying mess. And every single time, you'd just end up wanting more.

Grabbing your shorts from the pile, he helped you dress. Pulled the tank over your head and brushed the hair out of your face.

"Wrap that up, put some polysporin on it. There's some in the medicine cabinet." He ordered, pointing at your thigh. You did as he told, while he sat watching you from the edge of the bed, taking off his boots and jeans. Peering in from the suite attached to the bathroom. When you finished, you brushed your hair, and your teeth, and walked over to him. Planting a sweet kiss on his cheek and a quiet 'goodnight’ before you walked towards the door.

He pulled on your arm, stopping you. "Nu-huh. Where do you think you’re going?" he asked. You raised an eyebrow.

"Always within my reach, remember?" He reminded you, pulling you towards him and onto the bed.

There was already a pool of wetness forming in your shorts, and you knew that once he locked that bedroom door, it wouldn't be long before his cock was shoved deep inside of you, with a hand clamped over your mouth.

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Ravished (sex and zombies-chapter 15)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- Maybe actions do speak louder than words.

warnings- 18+ content. just smut. the usual.

**Comments are always appreciated!! <3

Rick didn’t seem to recall the last nights events, but you’d stayed true to your word. Hadn’t talked to the Monroe kid all day. Even when he waved you down from the inventory garage, you put on your best resting bitch face and kept walking forward.

You’d taken Rositas watch shift at the gate, so you were working a double for the day. She and Abraham were too busy discovering all the places they could do it. You didn’t mind. Kept you busy enough.

When Sasha finally came to relieve you, the sun was just starting to set. Golden beams colouring the community. Making it glow a beautiful something. Alexandria felt safe. For the first time in a long time you felt safe.

The group was just starting to dish up back at the house. You let yourself in and grabbed a bowl of the tuna and pasta mixture. Carol and Rick seemed to be talking in the kitchen, rather hushed, and separate from the group. You made eye contact with Rick and he gave you a nod. Inviting you over. Without making any noise you came up and joined the conversation.

The guns. They were worried about not having their guns. Having protection. They didn’t trust these people yet. Not that you did. But they had been through a lot. You all had. And after everything you’d just been through… well, trust issues were at an all time high.

“I grabbed a few. Had I known she was in on it, I’d have grabbed one more.” Carol told Rick and turned to face you. “It won’t be hard if you want one. The latch is still unlocked. You can go tonight-”

“That’s fine- I’m not too worried. It’s not like these people are a threat… I mean come on, it’s just a bunch of soccer moms. What do you even anticipate happening?”

“These people are stupid. And stupid is dangerous. You can never be too careful, hun.” She responded, serious as ever.

You nod, while taking another bite of your pasta dish.

Carol quickly put a fake smile on and left to go chat with some lady calling her from across the street. Something about her casserole recipe. She left you and Rick standing alone, leaned up against the counter, shoulders almost touching. A long moment passed.

“So… you like it here.” He broke the silence. It wasn't really a question.

You nod. “It’s okay.”

Another pause and another bite of pasta.

“You don’t really trust it here.” You weren’t really asking either.

He nods back. You look over at him this time, clearing your throat.

“It feels safe. I feel safe. Haven’t felt that in a while,” you tell him. A flash of something sad crossed his face. Hurt maybe. He looked right at you, arms crossed against his chest. Your eyes can’t even help but glance at his arms, toned muscle, white tee shirt only adding to his golden tan.

“The walls?” He clarifies. His voice snapping you out from your straying mind.

“Yeah. Haven’t had walls like this since the prison.” You’d felt safe with Rick. And the group. Safe in a way that they were your family. They’d fight with you. Fight for you. But in a physical sense, walls were a necessity. And had you all been on the road any longer… you weren’t sure how long you’d have made it.

“You uh, you seen Daryl lately?” You ask. Changing the subject.

“Pretty sure he’s working on that bike in Aaron’s garage.”

You raised your eyebrows. A bike. Lucky guy.

“How come?" He asked.

"Just to talk."

“Talk? What do you need?”

“Nothing I just-“

“You two still sleeping together?”

You look around hoping no one had heard that. Not that it mattered. You weren’t.

“No,” you could feel the heat raise to your cheeks. “You know that.”

He raised his eyebrows and a hint of a smile pulled at his lips.

You only scowled at him, “I just… wanted to see him. Make sure he’s doing ok. He’s been really quiet lately, I’m just worried,”

“He’s fine. I asked him how things were going. He’s doing fine. Likes it here.” He said a little too smug for your liking.

You take your last bite of pasta and move to put your dishes in the sink.

“Now you don’t have to wander off and flirt with him. You can stay here and visit with the rest of us.”

“Look I appreciate you wanting to look after me and all, but honestly Rick, this is getting old.” You just wanted to talk to your friend. “I’m not your kid, so quit treating me like one.” While the walls definitely made you feel safe, the people were… different. And the last day or two had you feeling claustrophobic, and honestly, worn out. Only getting some relief when you were alone on watch. The house was crowded and there was this uneasy energy coming from a chunk of the group. Rick being a crucial part of that. You just needed some air.

“Be back in an hour.” He called out as you left the kitchen, heading for the door. You didn't bother to answer.

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You sat and picked at your cuticle, on a light blue milk crate in Aarons garage. Just chatting and watching Daryl work on the bike.

“Have you even showered yet?”

He grunts, “You’re the second person who’s asked me that.”

“Maybe it’s a sign,” you give him an amused smile. He only rolled his eyes in response.

You watch as he looks for the right sized torque wrench.

“Rick say anything to you lately... about me?”

Daryl stopped what he was doing. Turned around to face you, wiping his hands on a rag.

“Why?”

“Just curious-“

“Did something happen?,” Daryl became more concerned.

“Not really, he’s just acting…weird,”

“Weird?”

“Like… really protective. Even more than usual. Which I get… with you know everything. But then… I don’t know, I feel like he's mad at me or something.”

“Well what’d you do?”

“Nothing.” You said with a shocked scowl on your face. In what world would you have been in the wrong.

Daryl huffed at your reaction. “You could just talk to him, you know, like an adult.” He stood up and to lean on the staircase next to you.

“Yeah I guess,” You mumble, not feeling the conversation going in any real effective direction. Rick wasn’t huge on verbal communication. Lie. Sorry, you weren’t huge on verbal communication. Not lately anyway. And definitely not with people you cared too much about.

“He’s probably just stressed. Doesn’t know what to do.” Daryl brings the conversation back to Rick. “He feels responsible. For all of it. The prison, Terminus, the hospital… You know?”

“None of that was his fault,”

“Guess nobody's told him that,” Daryl looked up at you.

You give a weak smile to him. Knowing that he was right. Rick had been under a lot of pressure to lead your group right from the start. And while he was stressed about all the people you’d lost, he failed to realize that he had done a great fucking job. Better than anyone else could have done. Clearly he didn’t think of it that way.

“Walk me home?” You asked finally, realizing how late it must be. And how much you should probably go talk to Rick. He nodded and stuck his hand out to help you up. the two of you walked back to Rick’s house. Waving a quiet “hello” to Tara on watch. You went up the few steps and turned to face him on the porch.

“You gonna actually get some sleep, or work on that thing all night?”

Daryl hesitated, looking behind you through the front windows. You glanced back to see what he was looking at, and Rick turned away when you caught him staring from the kitchen.

“I’ll see. Maybe go take a shower if I’m feeling up for it.” He joked and without looking away from Rick, pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. A gentle goodnight, before he started to make his way over to the other house you were all sharing. You stayed on the porch for a moment. Not sure what to expect from Rick when you walked through the front door.

“Hey,” you say softly, approaching him in the kitchen. He was drying the last plate in the sink, adding it to the cupboard.

“Get what you needed?”

You scowl a little, “I found him, yes. Where you said he’d be. And you’re right. He does seem to like it here.”

He nodded and leaned up against the counter, tossing the towel to the sink.

“I wasn’t gone longer then an hour so don’t even-”

“Come here,”

You paused. Confused at his gentle tone. But Rick motioned you closer. So you approached him cautiously, waiting for whatever. You weren’t sure.

He reached out, taking your hand, and turning it over in his. Inspecting at all the scars and cuts from the last few weeks.

“How’s your leg?” He asked. Your wound was almost completely healed. Just sensitive.

“It’s good.” He pulled you in closer, brushing his hands up your bruised arms and then down to your hips. Making you shiver.

“I’m really sorry that happened to you.” he whispered, lips brushing your ear.

You shook your head. “Wasn’t your fault.”

His hand moved to hold your face, rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb, pulling you closer with his other hand until you were leaning against him on the counter. Noses almost touching.

“Rick I’m serious, it wasn’t you fault-“

But he cut you off with a sweet kiss, hands wrapping around him regardless of your inner objections. He spun the two of you around so your ass was pressing into the counter behind you. Lips still moving against each other, a tongue traced your lip, never failing to make you dizzy. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth when he lifted you by the back of your thighs, propping you up on the counter.

“Rick wait-” he started at your jeans.

He didn’t stop kissing you though, instead just undid your belt, the button and then the zipper.

“We shouldn’t. Anyone could walk in-"

“Everybody’s asleep,” he mumbled against your mouth, stealing kisses he desperately needed. That you both did.

“Someone could hear…”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to be quiet.”

With that, you let him take your pants off, discarding them onto the ground. With your luck, and your pants off, someone was definitely catching you. His hands roamed up to your breasts, under your shirt. He rolled one of your nipples between his fingers, earning a little gasp.

“Shhh,” he chuckled against your collarbone. Kissing and biting gently. Making his way down your body, he pushed your shirt up, exposing your stomach. kissed down your side, to your hips, and finally, kneeling down, he kissed along the waistband of your panties. Rick wanted to make up for the last time. Back at the church. And for him, this was the best way of saying; I’m so fucking sorry, I miss you and I love you.

Immediately your hands went to his hair, tangling your fingers in his chocolatey curls.

Skillfully moving the lace to the side, he focused on your clit, licking and sucking, his hands gripping your thighs trying to close in on him. You could feel him smile against you when you let out an unintentional moan. Fuck.

You brought a hand up trying to muffle your sounds. He kept going, licking and lapping at your pussy until your core started to shake. You let out a shaky breath and he could tell you were coming undone. Letting you ride out your high, you pulled him even closer by his hair, no doubt hurting his scalp. Whimpering while you rutted against his nose, and savoured the long overdue orgasm he so easily pulled right out of you. Rick let up after a moment, moving on to kiss and nibble your inner things, his stubble tickling your sensitive skin.

“Rick-” you almost gasped, out of breath from what he’d just accomplished.

“Mhm,” he kissed your thigh once more and stood back up, hands going around your waist again, meeting your lips, letting you taste yourself. “I always love those pretty little sounds you make,” he whispered against your mouth as you fumbled with his own belt. He took off your panties, dragging them painfully slow, down your legs.

You let out a muffled sound as his thumb circled your already sensitive clit.

You push his jeans down just enough to allow you access to his throbbing cock. Taking it in your hand and stroking it a few times, making him groan your name. That sent a jolt right between your legs.

He makes pretty little sounds too.

“So wet for me,” his voice low and quiet. He had you pulled to the edge of the counter, and ground his cock against your slit, your hands grabbing at his biceps, pulling him in. “I missed this.” He admitted, “Missed you.”

“Please-” you could barely even whisper. You missed him too.

Finally, after a few more sloppy kisses and strokes against you, he pushed in. A little gasp coming from both of you, at the feeling of him stretching you right out. He bit your lip gently, dragging it between his teeth, as he gave you a second to get used to the feeling. You were filled right up. Borderline painful. But the way his hand was tangled in your hair, and the other one was gripping your hips, pressing himself as far into you as possible, made it so worth it.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, slowly allowing himself to move.

He continued to move, slow, romantic thrusts and wet, meaningful kisses on your mouth. Moving slowly down to your throat. A place deep inside of you ached for him. More of him.

“You’re not gonna break me, Rick.” you whispered in his ear.

As much as you loved the intimacy, you didn’t need to be coddled. You wanted him to fuck you. The tension since the last time you’d been together was high, and you needed a release. Another release.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said into your skin

His rhythm did become a little faster, making another deliciously sweet sound escape your pretty lips.

“Just fuck me,” you whimper, fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Please Rick- god I need it so bad,” you tightened your legs wrapped around him. “Need you so bad. Need you to make me yours. All yours, Rick. Please…”

You really did need him. Your begging wasn’t just for show. He glanced up at the ceiling for a second, letting out a breathy groan.

And he obeyed your orders. Fucking you hard into the counter. He pounded into you with the intensity you craved, so good that you couldn’t even help the little sobs that escape you. His hand went straight to your mouth, muffling your noises.

“Shh, baby. Don’t want anyone catching us, do we?” You shook your head.

Your mind started feeling fuzzy. Well, even more then it did when he kissed you. The heat in your stomach started to pool. Feeling your thigh muscles get all tight and your breathing get all heavy. He must have felt the same. As his grip was starting to leave bruises on your thighs.

After a few moments, with your orgasm still teetering right on the edge, he pushed your one leg up, holding and pushing onto the back of your thigh, while pulling you close with his other arm wrapped around your waist. The new position allowing him an even deeper angle. Your nails were scratching at the dark denim, pushed halfway down his ass.

You cursed under your breath and let the feeling wash over you. Wanting to kick yourself for coming so fast. knowing that immediately after your release, all you wanted was more. More of him. However he wanted you.

He brought your foreheads together and kept going until you could feel his warm seed filling you up. Damn. You’d forgotten a condom.

Both of you were breathing heavy, trying to catch your breaths. But neither of you pulled away. Instead, enjoying the feeling of him pressed as close to you as possible. Breathing in his masculine musk. Under his shirt, you ran your hands up his stomach, fingernails lightly running down his abdomen, making him shiver.

When he finally did decided to move, he nuzzled into your ear. Whispering sweetly, “You’re so good for me,”

A shaky breath escaped your own lips.

“So, so good.”

When he finally stepped back, he reached for the tea towel, tossing it to you. After tucking himself back into his underwear, he found your panties on the ground as you cleaned yourself up. His hand grabbed your foot dangling a few feet above the ground, tickling you unintentionally, and when you giggled quietly, it became intentional. He brought the black lace back up your legs, dressing you with an adorable smile.

His fingers traced the scar of the wound on your leg, right above your knee, on your outer thigh. Leaning down, he kissed it softly.

He was killing you. You’d just came. Twice. And it still wasn’t enough. You needed him again already.

“Rick-” you started to confess, but you were interrupted by a cry on the baby monitor. Judith.

Rick let out a quiet swear under his breath.

“I’ll go,” you offer, standing up and grabbing your jeans, starting to pull them back on.

“No I got it.” He objected.

“I don’t mind,” you buckled your belt.

“Just,” He put a hand on your chest, stopping you from running up the stairs. “Go to bed,” he told you, moving to pull your shirt back down, to cover your stomach.

You looked at him with a confused expression. Your gut doing a little back flip, hoping he didn’t really want that. Hoping that wasn’t it. He must have noticed, because he licked his lips and reworded his sentence, “Take these off, and meet me in bed.” He gently brushed your belt buckle with his fingers. All you could do was smile.

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