Deadly as Dillinger

get up and go to war independent Rick Grimes tracking notthegoodgrimes nsfw themes/spoilers low activity semi selective written by fish.

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[notthegoodgrimes]

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Wichita felt a pause in her breath as she listened to him speak. She expected him to say something like regular exercise, coffee, or maybe even drugs. But then he said two things she never thought would come out of his mouth. When he first said serial killer, she stared into his eyes. They were wide and bright. He was so distracting and happy. But then he laughed.

Of course, he wasn’t a serial killer. Wichita laughed, awkwardly at first. “That’s a lot of aggression. But you must have a very stressful job. You have to let it all out somehow.” 

Wichita could tell he was seeing something she couldn’t. He seemed so happy. How could she have that too? She wondered if Rick would ever tell her the truth.

“Kids?” Forgetting the joke entirely, she sat back in her chair, stunned. “You have kids?” She casually glanced down at his hands to make sure there wasn’t a wedding ring. She couldn’t be too careful. He was a few years older than her so why would she be so shocked he had kids? “I bet they’re adorable.”

Of course she wouldn't believe him. It was hilarious letting the truth out in the smallest of ways right there under her nose. She wouldn't believe him, why should she? He was just an ordinary guy on an ordinary date. Nothing wrong here in any sense of the word,

" Being a cop, y'know? Takes its toll. " but he lets the joke trail off as though he's figured out its lack of effect before nodding in response to her latter question. she's checking his hands for a wedding ring. Funny how that caused a bit more alarm than the declaration of being a serial killer.

" Just two. One's almost a teenager, my daughter's almost two. " he shrugs lightly and then lifts his left hand for her to further inspect. " Not married. " he assures her, his smile lingering as he holds her eyes. He's not sure what it is but he's actually kind of liking her. " And I promise I'm not hiding the ring somewhere. " softly he laughs. " But what about you? "

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[rylandgraces]

make me choose:

@darylvdixon asked: rick or carl @stormborn asked: rick grimes or raylan givens

Everyone who made it this far, we’ve all done worse kinds of things just to stay alive- but we can still come back. We’re not too far gone.

[notthegoodgrimes]

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Wichita smiled softly. She wasn’t too surprised he was choosing to lie about who he was. He had a strong following of fans and what they were doing was illegal. He could lose a lot if people found out he was here. She would keep his secret. So far he seemed like one of the nicer guys to come around.

“Oh, I bet that’s not true.” Wichita glanced around. There were more people coming into hotel to check into their rooms. They should get upstairs before people recognized him. “Well, it’ll be nice to get your mind off of work.”

“Oh well, that’s a terrible situation– for you and your kid.” Wichita whispered. She waved her hand, ordering them both another drink. He needed something to soothe his nerves. “Well Rick, my name is Wichita. If this is something you still want to do, we can head upstairs. We can take these drinks with us, maybe even order a few more. Whatever you want.”

This was easier than he had assumed it would be. he honestly thought he was going to be a mess of nerves and then eventually bow out before he went through with it. But there was something easy about being around her, about looking into her eyes and going through with this. Why shouldn't he right? It wasn't like he was doing something really terrible.

" Yeah, let's do that. " he says once the drinks are set down. He stands up then, taking up the two drinks that were brought over and he looks at her with a small smile. " the stairs or the elevator? "

Actually he'd prefer the elevator, it was faster to get out of people's line of sights, the stairs would take a bit too long and he really wanted to feel comfortable. he didn't need some eager cameraman snapping a picture of him doing this. Either she'd be mistaken as a date or someone would end up recognizing her somehow and exposing what he was doing here. The whole thing would turn into a mess.

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[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes Wardrobe Appreciation

 ↳Dark Plaid Shirt  

[wxchxta]

This Summer's Gonna Hurt

[notthegoodgrimes]

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Wichita was about to throw another fit.  She was seconds away from lashing out at him again, both to soothe the agitation and the sickness was beginning to build in her. But then he said the words she had been longing to hear. Without thinking, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. 

It was in this moment, she realized how she ended up where she was. This was how they did everything. They would drive each other crazy, to the point where when one eventually caved, the other was so desperately happy they dove forward without thought. This was how she probably ended up pregnant.

As she pulled away from him, Wichita gave him a very stern look. “We could bathe in blood tonight, but just so you know, I’m never sleeping with you again.” Another empty threat, maybe. But she wasn’t quite ready to let him have his victory over her. 

When she set herself back, she grabbed his face with both hands. “And you need to shave.” Now that was petty, but she was in a bitter mood. She wouldn’t be better until she had a blade in her hand and blood on her fingertips.

Then she let him go. “Now, are you going to make me wait until morning?”

" That isn't fair. " he states with a look of disapproval. Really she always threatened to not get close to him, to deprive him of one too many things. Had she ever lived up to it? She never had but with hormones running haywire he couldn't really be sure this time.

Touching his hand to the side of his face he gives her a confused look, furrowed brows as he holds her eyes. " What do y'mean? My facial hair is entirely too nice, i've spent a lot of time making sure it's just right. " but he's laughing because he's hoping she'll end up laughing too . He didn't much like the look in her eyes that she got when she up and decided to throw the violence at him.

Morning or tonight. He's a little spent and going out now would spoil whatever energy he had for tomorrow but he also knows that she's prone to throwing fits and really he doesn't want to have to deal with that.

"Morning. " he responds simply. " Let's do things a bit differently? " he suggests because when had the light of day met their antics. " Can you wait that long? "

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[lorigrimes]

Carl and Rick in a Deleted Scene from Season 7 (x)

[apocalypticthief]

Terrible Love || Rick & Wichita

[notthegoodgrimes]

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Wichita fell silent again, after ordering their pizza. She wanted to go to him, but there was no forcing herself. She took the bottle from him and poured herself a large glass. It had been a long time since she had had anything to drink and she was suddenly wondering why she had waited so long. 

She stood in the kitchen, sipping her glass. Wichita was almost done with the glass when the doorbell rang. There was a warmth spreading across her cheeks. “Pour me another, please.” Wichita said, holding out her glass to him. 

Wichita went to get the pizza and returned with a small smile on her face. “I guess if that’s all we have left, I’ll have no choice but to drink a few of your beers. No matter how gross.” She said, making a sour face at him.

Wichita set the box down and pulled out plates for them. With a plate in each hand, she turned to him. “Bring the drinks, will you?” When she set the plates down, she realized one each might not be enough. She went back into the kitchen and grabbed two beers. 

“I’ve told you a million times, Shane is lazy. I’m so glad to see that after years of being together, you actually listen to me now.” Wichita let out a deep breath. She was teasing him and it felt almost normal. A few more drinks and she might actually be herself for once.  

She was getting drunk, that was either a really good sign or a really bad one. Her getting drunk would mean that she would be able to let loose in spite of the pain that she'd been hounded by during the last few months. He didn't want her feeling any of that but he also didn't want her stifling whatever was going through her.

He grabs a couple of beers from the fridge and brings them back to the living room where she had set the pizza down. This was almost normal, this was almost them. In some other time and place this might have been a really good night if they allowed it to be.

A small laugh comes from him as he sits down beside her, handing one of the bottles for her to take up. " Well maybe it took me seeing the bastard in action for me to believe you. " he shakes his head because Shane really was a piece of work.

" So, we've got pizza, some beers - " he sits back, tapping his fingertips on the bottle that he's holding, giving her a glance and trying to not rush this or her. " - What are we missing. " he looks like he realizes it as he reaches forward to take up the remote and he switches on the tv. " Your show right? "

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[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes [45/?]

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@notthegoodgrimes

Wichita counted back from ten in her mind, slowly breathing in and out as deeply as she could. She knew this was part of the process. She knew she was getting the biggest opportunity a woman like her would get — the biggest opportunity any woman would get, but she still felt the anger building in her as he stared her down.

Just a few weeks ago she was just another woman on the street, trying to make a living. Now she was going to make a difference. If he would only let her. All of this started when one of the head detectives became one of her best customers. He would talk about a series of murders before he left. He said they were all unsolvable, but Wichita couldn’t just let them become another lost mystery of time.

Soon he started bringing her files with charts and photographs and let her pour over them. It wasn’t long for her to develop a new trade and a way to become more than just a prostitute. But when these new murders started, Wichita knew she would need more than files to solve them.

Wichita had asked nicely at first, but he refused. Police work was not women’s work, he said. Spending days on gore and murder would overwork her delicate woman’s mind. His biased unforgiving thoughts towards the opposite sex showed her there was no way a man was going to solve this terrible mystery alone.

But then the next murder was revealed to be a woman she had known for the last couple of years. Couldn’t that have been her? Couldn’t that have been any of them? Wichita couldn’t let the murders continue. Doing the unthinkable, the next time the detective appeared at her doorway, she left him with two choices. Let her help with the case or she would reveal the detective’s less than legal activities.

Now she was sitting across from him in his office, dressed in her only conservative dress and pair of stockings without rips. Finally, he looked up at her, glaring. “You’ll shadow under someone. You will do what he says. You will not go anywhere alone.”

Wichita nodded. “Of course.” She bit her lip. She shouldn’t complain. She supposed she should feel lucky after blackmailing a detective, but there was something about being looked at as a unruly child that made her seethe underneath it all. She would solve these murders. She would avenge the murders of women like her. Wichita was going to change everything.

She watched as he stood, opening the door to his office. “His name is Rick Grimes. I explained that you would be shadowing him as a favor to a friend of mine. His office is the third door to the right. I told him the moment he thought this was too much for you, he was to send you home. This is not woman’s work and he will be making that judgement call no matter what you say.”

Wichita nodded, leaving before she ruined her only opportunity. She found this Rick Grimes’ door and knocked lightly. The door fell open slowly. “Mr. Grimes,” she called in her most polite voice. “I was told you were expecting me.”

[notthegoodgrimes]

Everyone pitied him. The one officer on the task to have to shadow a woman. Everyone also thought the chief had lost his damned mind. Did it really matter if she knew things that the others didn't? That she knew cuts and corners that no one else on the force did? This was downright nonsense, Rick couldn't work with a woman. He couldn't satisfy the whims of a would be detective all because she felt that she had a sort of hunch. He had work to do, files to go over, witnesses to talk to and crime scenes to study. It didn't much matter that the crime scenes were bare, the witnesses were far too scarce and the files had all yet to be typed up because what were you supposed to jot down with a case as cold as this one?

He's watching the steam rise up from the surface of his coffee. It'd been too strong, not enough sugar and now as the minutes ticked by it would end up being too cold to even touch. He was procrastinating. He didn't know what the boys were going to tell him over drinks, what Shane was going to say in jest after his shift here was over. A female detective, it seemed downright maddening.

A knock comes however and he draws in a deep breath before lifting his gaze to her. She's standing there exactly who he hadn't been expecting. He'd been expecting some dowdy old lady who thought it her business to peek her nose into everyone's business, even the dead. Why he'd thought that given the nature of the crimes he wasn't quite sure. But this girl, Wichita as he'd been told her name was, was anything but.

" Come in. " he urges, small gesture given before he drops his eyes to one of the files in front of him. " You should know that this isn't going to be easy. " and he almost cringes at the level of misogyny that goes into that sentence.

[emiliaaclarke]

What’s it gonna hurt? Come on.

[maggie-greene-archive]

Sustainability

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maggie-greene:

          Rick had started taking a walkman to the garden so that he didn’t have to listen to the walkers gathered at the fence while he worked. It was an unnerving sound, the small herd of dead groaning, choking on putrid air, misshapen fingers grasping at the fence. It didn’t get better with time, and it was a conscious effort on Maggie’s part not to hazard a glance in the direction of the sound. She didn’t want to change the subject inadvertently, or to upset Rick by reminding him of their presence. Instead she focused on the notebook, the roman numeral dividing each part, the notes in the margins punctuated with question marks or names of people who might have ideas. 

          “It’s not perfect, but I figure it’s a team project. Maybe Daryl will have some ideas on how to put together the tree stations. Glenn volunteered to help with the library runs, and Daddy can help with the medicine. He also suggested growin’ some medicinal herbs at some point. I know we have limited space out here, but I was thinking once we really get going, we could build ladders on some of the exterior walls and try rooftop gardens. I’m not sure how we’ll get soil up there or if it’ll work, but it’s possible, in theory. Might even help insulate the cellblock and keep it cooler in summer, warmer in winter.” It would take a lot of work and a hell of a lot of ingenuity, but they had people here, and time. If they managed things right, they could be ready for the coming winter. Carol could show them how to make jams and preserves. Maybe they could even build greenhouses. The possibilities were endless. 

If they went through with this it would be something to work towards. It would be something to give each other hope so that they had something to look forward to. It meant a bit of hope and the possibility of what might be waiting for them if they dragged together their hard work, their determination they would be able to put their heads up and make this place a far better home for everyone.

His eyes are still scanning the work she'd jotted down as she talked, as she went over plans. It must have taken forever to gather all of this together. Nights staying up, the world shut out around her and possibly even losing sleep for what might be waiting for them once they started to hope a little. This was all in between scheduled watches, checking on her father, working with the others - it was admirable. And even if none of it worked the effort had been put and Rick's eyes were opened. Of course he had hopes for this place otherwise he never would have settled down here but those hopes were easily dashed the more he saw Carl grow up in a less than average world. This however was proving to make all of those worries void.

Eventually he looks back to Maggie with a small nod towards her. " We can actually start work on this as soon as possible. If, of course, you're up for it. "

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[maggie-greene-archive]

Building Something

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maggie-greene:

          The farmer’s daughter watched him, leaning forward to offer a hand at steadying one board. The screws slipped into the cams in a way Maggie hadn’t anticipated and she made a soft sound of understanding before she reached for the screw driver to secure them there. “I think so. Can you hold that just like that?” She rotated the tool clockwise until the screw wouldn’t turn anymore, then leaned over to screw in the other one. It was an awkward angle, and she had to shift her weight to reach over her belly. “I think that allen wrench must be for the legs here.” She set down the screw driver for the time being and pointed out the longer metal bolts sitting on the floor, still inside a plastic baggie from the box. The manual didn’t mention those pieces immediately, maybe on the next page. 

          “You know, maybe we should reinforce this thing. Add some wheels, make sure it can get up and down the stairs without issue.” Not that she could carry the thing up or down a flight of stairs while this pregnant, but there might be a need to move it at some point. As much as Maggie wanted to believe her home here was permanent, there were no guarantees in this world anymore. 

He holds it for her, making sure that it's ready and steady for her. She's done it right and Rick is somewhat impressed by the fact that she was capable of it. Actually she was probably more capable than he was at this point, growing up the way she had. He wonders what memories she clings to when things get too hard for her. What memories she'll tell that baby that's growing within her.

There's a split thought that she shouldn't have to think about that, making the crib accessible just in case things get hectic. Just in case they were pressed and needed to be on the run. His eyes lower to her belly, there's a baby in there and he knows that that child, Judith, Carl - they're the future that waits for them on the horizon. That's what keeps him going when the times get more bleak than he had hoped they would. They're surviving for them, for that future up ahead.

" Hey - " he softly calls out, his eyes softening as he looks at her. She needs to relax, she shouldn't have to think about it, about any of that. " - don't stress it. I'll fix it, make it easy. " he assures her with a careful tone. " Have you thought what to name the baby? "

[notthegoodgrimes]

@vxmpirexbxrbie ~ bc like you said we needed Abigail in the apocalypse

She hasn’t been talking to him for quite sometime. He’s been unsure how to deal with her ever since she’d come to Alexandria. A shadow that comes from another world entirely. They had taken her from the darkness of the world that she had been in, that made sense didn’t it? He had thought she would be grateful of sorts, glad to be living a life outside of the way that she’d been living. Perhaps he had been assuming that she would be but there had been nothing but silence and partial contempt since she had come to stay with them.

It’s what he’s been thinking about the whole drive back, Daryl driving the truck as they parked through the gates. He nods to Daryl, indicating that he’d see him later before he got out, giving out instructions about the supply that they’d on this previous three day run. Eventually he walked off towards his home, wanting to make sure that Carl and Judith and Abigail were alright.

He had asked Abigail to look after his daughter while he was gone, just to give her something to do. Maybe the idea of protecting someone, seeing how within these walls they all fought and took care of each other, would soften her towards the idea of living here.

Turning the key in the lock he steps inside and slips off his jacket. He’s in need of a shower, a good meal, cold drink. “Carl? Abigail? “ he calls out, hanging his keys onto the hook nearby that Michonne had expressly hung up, teasingly telling him that he would never lose his keys again as he often did. It stuck and he liked the way it helped make the atmosphere more like home. That’s what they needed, wasn’t it? A place that would make them feel like home?

Heading straight for the kitchen he opens the fridge and pulls out a soda, twisting off the cap as he leans back against the counter. He was tired, he needed to sleep but he wanted to make sure the kids were alright before he did.

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[notthegoodgrimes]

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Harley giggled wildly when Rick grabbed her to guide her to the kitchen. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but at least he was paying attention to her. “Oh, I knew there was some bad deep down inside of that cop body of yours. You’re as bad as us, aren’t cha?” Harley teased, leaning in close to him. 

She truly wished he was more fun. He did nothing interesting and wouldn’t even tell her what it was he did all day, while he left her here. But, she was smart enough to take advantage of whatever Rick had to offer. It didn’t hurt that he was pretty attractive too. No, he wasn’t her Puddin, but it was clearly going to be a while before she saw him again. 

“Whatcha gonna do to me now?” Harley asked pulling her arm away. “Wait no,no,no,no, I got it. I got it. I’ll do something to you and you do something back.” Harley bounced around the kitchen, opening up drawer after drawer. She ripped a couple from the cabinet, spilling them onto the floor. “Don’t cha have any knives around here?”

Harley sighed loudly, crossing her arms. “No grape soda or knives? How’s a girl supposed to have a little fun around here?”

He doesn’t even try to stop her at this point. In fact he just stands there staring at the counter attempting to tune out whatever it was she was doing prancing around his kitchen destroying things. Everything felt like it was spiraling and he was about to get as bad as they were if she continued doing what she was doing.

Finally he slams his palm down onto the counter and he looks up at her with a bit of obvious annoyance filling his eyes. “ Y’want grape soda? “ he questioned with a hard line of frustration echoing across his features. 

Turning around he grabs the keys to his car off the hook and then turns his gaze back to her. “ Come on then we’ll go to the store, fill this kitchen with whatever you want.” he steps towards her then however, one finger being held up as he looked into her eyes. “ But there’s a condition - “ he pauses with a small pressed hard line of his lips. “ - you can’t act crazy int he store.”

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