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It wasn't long ago that I was living the life any man would be happy, lucky enough, to live. Unfortunately I got shot on duty and when I woke up out of the coma I'd been in for months on end, I came to find everything I knew about this world was gone and in its place was chaos and uncertainty. I've gone from a Sheriff to an honorable man to a man who's not quite sure what he is anymore. I'm Rick Grimes and I am one of the Walking Dead. [TWD rp]

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Barely Holding Onto You || Carol & Rick

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He followed more than willingly. Her hand in his was like a spark lit at the end of a long fuse; it would take him all night to put out the fire that was going to be lit in that bedroom. It had taken him a long time to recognize the desire that flowed between them for what it was. Sure, it had always been love, even when it was tampered down and dammed up and rejected, banished…but it ran so much deeper than that. He’d needed her before he knew it.

Two steps behind, he watched her lead. The gait of her was too much for him and he reached out with his other hand, cupping one half globe of her ass in his palm, using his fingers to massage, to squeeze. “She’s a deep sleeper anyway…” He gruffly replied, continuing just as gruffly, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “It’s good you’re not tired now, but you will be.”

His eyes locked with hers as he followed the line of her blouse as it got looser, laid oddly, the side of her breast porcelain and so, so warm and inviting in the cool night. He’d been about to speak again when he got a face full of material and he growled. It was a feral sound but playful. Removing the shirt from his head, he still wore the grin as he took in her breasts, the nipples puckered to attention in the crisp night air.

“Aw, Carol…” He said her name on a moan. His erection was so hard, throbbing with need for her. “You made me this way… It’s all your fault…” His eyes were on fire with desire for her. “I could take you right here… Call me slow then!” He smiles again and catches her arm, turned her into him, her breasts and nipples pressed to his chest. Her mouth was centimeters from his. His free hand slips down and inside her pants to part her outer labia, his index finger flicking her clitoris once, then twice. “I can’t wait…”

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Barely Holding Onto You || Carol & Rick

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He was guilty. He’s been so guilty for so long. And he’d put her out despite having done worse things; and then there were the things he had yet to do…

“I know.” He replied to her, softly, his eyes settled low, on the ground, on the toes of his boots.

He took the hand she offered him but she pulled her back to him instead of going to meet her, following her to her bed. “Wait…just a moment…” He pulled her in close, his arm around her back, around her waist. “You need to know. Carol, you need to know…” Those blue eyes made it up to her eyes and they stayed there. “I don’t know…I don’t know why I put you out. Maybe I was afraid of myself, of what I could become… I wasn’t afraid of you, Carol. I couldn’t be…” He was going back in time. He realized that maybe she already knew all of that and she didn’t blame him anymore but, this was the first time they’d been truly safe somewhere that he could say that. That he could…apologize. “I know I said it before… That I shouldn’t have…” His eyes searched hers. “But you deserve an apology; I own that. I need to tell you I’m sorry.” He pauses, his hand running through her short hair, his thumb caressing her cheek, jawline, down the cords of her neck for a moment before he smiles softly. His breathing ceases and his voice is the softest its ever been with her. “I’m so sorry I put you through that, Carol.”

He leans in and his lips brush hers after a moment. “And you still came back for us… For me…” He smiles again, nuzzling his nose against hers. “I’m such a lucky man… How did I get so lucky with you…?”

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With Rick’s words, Carol is instantly transported back to that moment, to that pull on the door handle only to discover that he’d locked it from his side. She breathes through the momentary loss of words and inches even closer to him. Her body pressed against his as he confessed the darkness in his soul where she, where they, were concerned. Her eyes search his, seeking to really reach him with hers.

She whispered, “I know, sweetheart.” The endearment slipped from her tongue effortlessly. She didn’t know why, but it all seemed effortless where he and his kids were concerned. She’d die for them. Almost had. And she’d do it again and again.

HIs soft kiss a welcomed bliss. Her lips tingled as their breath mixed together. Her lips twitched into a soft smile as she teased, “Pretty sure it’s because I’m too stubborn to get out when the getting was good.” She winked at him before brushing her mouth against his once more. Her hands moved to both cheeks then, holding her forehead against his as she searched his eyes. “Now are you coming to bed with me or not?”

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He searched her eyes in return, needing to feel that she understood what he meant, his sincerity, all of it. His blue eyes were so intense. Needful.

And her words did everything they were supposed to. Just the three words she spoke at first. He wanted her to know and she did; and she believed him. She believed in him. The addition of the third word was simply something she did for him; in his mind it served only one purpose and it did its job too. He was reassured. He was calmed and transported to another place; it was a place he wasn’t the one who made all the tough calls. He was just a guy with two kids and…her. He had her now…

“Alright…” He whispered the word and let it go. It was a weight off him, finally. She’d done so much for him, for them all. He smiled sheepishly when she teased him, arching a single eyebrow at her. The man didn’t get to respond before their lips were joined once more. It was much softer than his need for her was and when their eyes met again with her question he grabbed her close so she could feel exactly what she made his body do… “We’ll go to bed… We won’t be sleeping for a while…” He grins, holding her against him still, his hands on her lower back rubbing lightly, teasing, seeking.

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Angela Kang || Tonight. “What Comes After,” written by @themattnegrete and  @scottmgimple, directed by  @gnicotero, edited by  @evanschrodek. Stellar performances by our cast, epic work by everyone on the crew, the return of a few familiar faces, some endings and new beginnings. Hope you’ll watch with us. Then @yvettenicolebrown​ breaks things down with Andy Lincoln for @amctalkingdead afterward (stuff might’ve leaked from my eyes a little bit when I watched that interview).

Greg Nicotero  ||  I put my all into this episode and very proud of the direction…i feel it’s one of my best ! So many great moments paying tribute to characters, moments and fans from the last 9 years. And Bernthal , Sonequa and my dear friend Scott Wilson who was so proud to be back on the show. I’m humbled to say i showed him his scenes and he couldn’t have been more proud to tell another chapter of Herschels story.

Jon Bernthal || Ok Brother. We ride one more time.

Steven Yeun ||  🐐🐐

Tom Payne || This is a picture from the first time I met Andy. Way back in 1999. Andy and I are from the same place in England and he had come back to host an event with the local drama group we were both members of. He was and has remained an entirely awesome and thoroughly decent human being who deserves all of his recent successes. Life is long. There are no true endings, only new beginnings. Till next time. Ps: I didn’t need those glasses but thought they looked cool 😂

Michael Cudlitz‏ ||   👊 👊 👊

Jake Garber || Just going to throw these out there today. One of the greats

Jeffrey Dean Morgan || Ain’t no words. ❤️

Alanna Masterson ||  Mother Goose. 👫

Norman Reedus ||  My brother right here. Tonight’s episode 🔥🔥🔥

Corey Reed || This was taken right after the last scene I shot with Andy Lincoln. After five seasons of having the pleasure of working with him, I had mixed feelings. Happy he soon would be with his wife and children full time, as a husband and father myself, we bonded over the hardship of being away. But wow, would I miss him. So would our entire cast & crew. Because Andy Lincoln’s a leader. Our leader. Our Rick Grimes.

He was the first person to welcome me to the show when I arrived on set. As he does with many others. He takes the time to make you feel part of the family. Because to him that’s what it is. He knows making a great TV show is not a Ricktatorship, it’s a collaboration, and no one exemplifies that more than Andy. Despite the trappings of being the face of one of the biggest shows on TV, Andy considers himself just one of us. The smiling, sweating, howling, fast running, blood covered, bad singing, member of our company.

And when it comes to the work, he’s a consummate professional, wanting nothing more than to make the best show we can. To care as deeply as he does, and be utterly open and generous with a cast of dozens, a crew of hundreds, while shooting an almost impossible schedule, dealing with Georgia heat, and delivering a world class performance, is all any show could want from the name at the top of the callsheet. Ask anyone who’s been a part of this show and they’ll tell you the same. There’s a reason we call it #TWDfamily and it all starts with Andy, and continues to this day. We’ve moved on from Rick Grimes, but we cannot from Andy Lincoln. His person may be in the UK, but his spirit will always be alive and well on set of  #TheWalkingDead  #twd

Denise Huth || #TWDfamily

Thank you Mr. Lincoln. “Break a leg”

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{{ we’re all gonna miss you Rick ;; Andy, all my best forever and always in everything you do ;; i’m crying already }}

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Barely Holding Onto You || Carol & Rick

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He was guilty. He’s been so guilty for so long. And he’d put her out despite having done worse things; and then there were the things he had yet to do…

“I know.” He replied to her, softly, his eyes settled low, on the ground, on the toes of his boots.

He took the hand she offered him but she pulled her back to him instead of going to meet her, following her to her bed. “Wait…just a moment…” He pulled her in close, his arm around her back, around her waist. “You need to know. Carol, you need to know…” Those blue eyes made it up to her eyes and they stayed there. “I don’t know…I don’t know why I put you out. Maybe I was afraid of myself, of what I could become… I wasn’t afraid of you, Carol. I couldn’t be…” He was going back in time. He realized that maybe she already knew all of that and she didn’t blame him anymore but, this was the first time they’d been truly safe somewhere that he could say that. That he could…apologize. “I know I said it before… That I shouldn’t have…” His eyes searched hers. “But you deserve an apology; I own that. I need to tell you I’m sorry.” He pauses, his hand running through her short hair, his thumb caressing her cheek, jawline, down the cords of her neck for a moment before he smiles softly. His breathing ceases and his voice is the softest its ever been with her. “I’m so sorry I put you through that, Carol.”

He leans in and his lips brush hers after a moment. “And you still came back for us… For me…” He smiles again, nuzzling his nose against hers. “I’m such a lucky man… How did I get so lucky with you…?”

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Barely Holding Onto You || Carol & Rick

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Rick hadn’t intended for there to be this passionate a moment so soon but he should have expected it. He should have known better. After all that they’d been through together – all that had transpired between them above every other relationship within their circle of chosen family – he should have known when the moment like this finally arrived it would be more intimate, more passionate, more carnal and knowing than any other feeling they could have had at any other time in their lives. They were people now that no one else knew in quite the same way. Their love was strong in ways that no one else could know. And it’s been far too long…

Her hands circling around him, wrapping her arms around him, completing their oneness in the simplest way; it was a feeling he hadn’t known in a long time. Here in Alexandria is was okay to feel these things again; it was more than safe behind these walls and the feelings that came had always been there but now more than ever…it was okay.

It was okay.

They were okay.

They were safe.

They’re the ones who lived.

His arms held her against him, their bodies pressed so tightly together. Rick Grimes fancied that he could feel every inch of her body, every curve fit snug against him even through their clothing. Like they weren’t wearing anything at all… One of his rough hands lay flat on the small of her back, the other come up and cradling the side of her face in it, thumb sliding down beneath her chin to leverage her jawline and hold her mouth in place with his. Breath was hot and sweat their lips and their tongues met in a clash. Bombs were going off somewhere in the distance. No, not bombs; fireworks, they were fireworks shooting around in his head. The sound of them reverberated in his skull and thundered until all else but her was drowned away. Light filled everything. Sensory perception was dialed all the way up so he could feel the slightest variation in her breathing, the slightest change in her skin as she shuddered beside him. And just like that, one kiss bled helplessly seamlessly into another as if they’d never stopped to take a breath apart at all. Not that it mattered. He was just as breathless without her as he was with her. Just looking at her anymore drove normal function away from him until all he had left was holding onto her.

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Barely Holding Onto You || Carol & Rick

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He nodded, feeling that in his absence Carol was keeping everything well in check. Being the Sheriff again, a Constable, was hard work and he’d taken to it as he always had back then but now with an added sense of earnest and urgency. This world wasn’t the same as it once was. This world was worse than it had been, if someone could see their way through to that same conclusion. Being that there weren’t persons of authority like Rick out in the world anymore, all the more it went to the idea that the state of things out there was…less than civil. Most of the people they’d come across early on had been decent but now… Now all that was left were the dregs of society and the ruthless.

As the conversation progressed to more personal matters and less about the day and the goings-on of those around them, Rick clammed up a bit more. He was just as nervous as Carol was turning out to be. She was blushing like crazy and her hands were fiddling with each other in her lap, fingers picking at one another and twisting around. “I didn’t have to. I just…thought maybe I should. I don’t know. Guys are kinda dumb as far as this stuff if concerned…” He commented, smiling sheepishly, a gentle flush taking his cheeks too. “I’m glad you feel that way for the kids. They need a good woman in their lives, a mother figure. Lord knows, I can’t give them what a woman could, what a mother’s capable of giving…”

After everything… The banishment was something that still haunted Rick, too. Every instance in which he thought about it drove him crazy. Carol was family. She’d saved his life and the lives of the group more than once, but especially at Terminus when they’d all been trapped with very little way out. And even after all of the words he’d spat at her, making her feel less-than, making her feel inferior and in the wrong, she was willing to look past that, to forgive and be family again; after all, he supposed, isn’t that what family did? Family loved unconditionally. They all made mistakes and hurt one another but in the end, it always came back that they couldn’t live without one another, that their destinies, their fates, were bound regardless of those trespasses.

“You’re special to me too, Carol. After everything…I made a mistake and I’m not above seeing that now, saying it. I should never have…” He paused, his eyes flicking up to meet hers from where they’d been staring before. “You belong with us. You belong with me. We’re family… We’re more than that. Do you feel it? Tell me I’m not the only one here; tell me you feel it too…?”

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Carol tried to concentrate, but his proximity had her off kilter. Her eyes moved up, locking with his. She smiled, glancing away as she forced herself to focus only on his words. She locked her bottom lip before she breathed, “I feel it.” It felt as if the words had been locked deep inside her for far to long. The feelings had crept up on her, taking a hold of her before she had a chance to fight them.

Her eyes flicked to his then and held his gaze. “I have for a long, long time, Rick.” She moved a hand from her lap to cover his where it rested on the countertop. She gave it a gentle squeeze. “At first, I felt like I was betraying Lori, but now I think she’d be grateful that someone loves her kids like she would. I tried to fight it, but I don’t want to anymore.”

She slid off the stool in which she was seated. Now she was closer to him. Her heart thundered in her chest. She felt the heat swell in her gut. The trepidation and excitement were making her feel so many conflicting emotions.

“What-what about you?” She touched his knees with both of her hands as his body had turned to fully face her. “Do you feel for me what I feel for you?” She squeezed above his knees gently, letting her fingers linger.

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Rick allowed a small smile, a bit cocky though it was, take his mouth at her reply. She did feel it. He wasn’t the only one. It was funny how all this trying, or not trying, all these little moments added up to more, to bigger ones, and they just now felt whatever it was that was between them. It was more. So much more… He’d felt it for a long time, make no mistake, but to admit it to himself – to admit it out loud – was something they hadn’t yet done. It was all so new…

“Me too; I think we just haven’t had a chance to take stock yet, admit it to ourselves or to each other. You know…until now.” He swallowed, listening to her speak as if the sound of her voice and her tone brought him peace. It did. Just like her hand on his brought him to peace and brought him comfort. “I…I really don’t think Lori would…” At the mention of his dead wife, he reverted back a bit to that broken man that had lost her. He hadn’t talked about her since losing her. He usually chose to pretend it had happened to someone else. “She would like that it was you. If anyone had to raise her kids and… She would want it to be you.”

“Do you really have to ask me that, Carol?” His Southern accent drawled along lazily as his eyes dragged over her face, her gentle features, that soft mouth of hers. Her hands on his thighs now were eliciting new feelings in him that were entirely adult, entirely alive. There was no simply surviving when a fire lit in a person’s belly and nothing less felt right. He spread his legs around her, bringing her in, between his knees. His eyes met with hers again and he smiled, a hand coming up to her face. “Let me show you…” His whole body seemed to press forward as his back straightened. His lips touched hers briefly, lightly, tentative before going in for the long sweet reward. The kiss was deep and honest. It was filled with promise.

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SHA... *goggle eyes* *clears throat* *high pitch* Shane...? //hai hai!

“You’re close, buddy. You’re close.” Wasn’t surprising, though and she looked at him with a not altogether friendly expression. “Yer either drunk off your ass or ya seen a ghost.”

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Rick sobered the instant she spoke. He hadn’t seen Shae in the longest time. “Holy shit...” His eyes roamed her body and then back up to those beautiful eyes. “Been a while, Shae; where you been off to?”