no1 ricky dicky wife

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Hey, I don’t know if your still taking requests but I was wondering if you could do a Rick x Reader one shot. I was thinking that the reader would come back from a supply run that went sideways and only she escaped, (Friends with benefits) Rick comforts her and cleans her up, then they have some happy-adult-fun-time that gets a teensy bit rough like reader asks rick to choke her.

I don’t know if that’s too much or something you won’t write it was just an idea, hope you like it.

XOXO Anonymoose

Just keep going,” sascha shouted from your left, you were running through the woods, trying aimlessly not to trip through the darkness. Heath and Spencer had been left behind when you had found a herd next to a nearby hospital when trying to find anything useful to take home. You’d insisted on going on this run with them 2 days ago, needing a break from settling in at alexandria and all the new people. The herd had spread around the hospital and the last you saw of the guys was when you and Sascha made it out the doors before running to sheltered area.

The trees were too dark to see clearly, and you were dodging them by luck, losing sight of sascha in the dark too. Suddenly, your foot jammed into a tree root and you fell on your front, trying desperately to unhook your foot from the root. There was a low groan nearby and you frantically searched the dark for any walkers that had kept up, and saw one approaching from behind a tree.

“Shit, sascha help!” you called out into the distance to no reply. You grabbed the knife from your bag swiftly and started cutting the tree root that was wrapped around your foot, but the walker had gotten too close and fell fast, laying its body weight on top of you. You screamed out again for sascha but she must have kept running, maybe in a different direction. Wrestling with the walker, the root was finally loose enough for your foot to escape, and swiftly, you dug the knife into the walkers skull, covering you in its blood.

“Oh my god,” you gasped in relief, getting up and catching your breath.

You had travelled a few miles north and had finally made it back to the gates of Alexandria, nervously wondering if the others had made it back safely or not, or at least sascha. It was still roasting hot despite it being early morning and the fact you were wearing mini shorts and a small tank top. You looked down at yourself, taking in your appearance. Your knee was cut open pretty bad, probably from the fall, and you were covered in mud, sweat and blood from the close call with that walker. You peered up to see Eugene on watch duty, facing away and oblivious you had even turned up.

“Hey Eugene,” you shouted out, startling him from his daydreams as he turned around and nodded. He shot a look down at the gate which was slowly opened by Abraham and Rosita, both looking concerned at your early arrival. “You good?” Rosita called as you walked in, nodding.

“Where are the others? Sascha?” Abraham questioned looking around the gate with concern at your appearance.

“I thought they’d be here by now,” you spoke worriedly, “They’ll probably turn up some time soon,” at an attempt to comfort them. You saw Rositas face turn frustrated at Abrahams question. You knew they had some tension going on but it wasn’t your business.

“You should let Rick know what happened asap,” Eugene called out from the watch tower, letting you escape the awkward situation. “yeah thanks,” you smiled weakly at him.

You walked over to ricks house, getting frightened looks from the people around town. Jesse and her family were sat on their porch looking down at you with furrowed brows, but she waved half pleasantly. You nodded back and continued the journey to reach Ricks porch.

Carl was sat with Judith on his lap, reading her a comic and describing the pictures with a lamp. “Jesus y/n what happened?” he said smiling but confused. “The hospital got overrun with walkers and we tried to escape, i’m hoping the rest of them will arrive at some point today, i tripped on the way,” you said looking down at yourself with a sigh. “I was just about to go tell your dad what happened, you coming?” secretly hoping he would be busy. “Actually i was about to head on over to Ron’s to play some video games,” he looked up at you from his dads hat with a tired look, “but could you take judith for me?”

You smiled and nodded taking the baby from his arms, her sweet eyes looking up at you and her little hands grabbing your hair.

You headed inside, watching Carl leave the porch and locking the door behind you. Rick was already in the kitchen at the sink, looking like he’d had a bad day too. He looked up at the noise of the door closing and looked confused see you home early, and at how you looked. “you okay?” he asked turning his body towards you. He was wearing his usual jeans, and a black top with the sleeves up, exposing his firm arms. He looked good and you couldn’t help but gaze over his body, taking in how much larger he was, how strong his arms were.

“Well we had a bad run at the hospital, there was a herd and i don’t know if the others are gonna make it back or not, i lost sight, and i ended up falling and wrestling with a walker,” you sighed having to explain again. It was overwhelming now, the possibility that the others didn’t make it out and tears welled in your eyes as you looked to the floor. “I didn’t even look back, i might’ve been able to help Heath and Spencer if i just went back for them, i was scared,” you said weakly, looking up at him. His body relaxed and he walked calmly towards you, taking you and Judith in his arms and you felt your body relax into him. “It wasn’t your fault, you had to look after yourself, you can’t take chances.” He comforted, looking down and kissing you on the head.

“Im glad you’re here safe,” he spoke, stepping back and studying your body for a moment, “let me look at your knee,” he said concerned and reached out to take Judith from you, placing her in a high chair.

You walked over to the sofa, his gaze wandering down to your tiny shorts as he grabbed a first aid kit he had placed on the side. The blood had stopped pouring out now, but it was stinging. He sat beside you, and placed his hand on your thigh, moving your injured leg between his two, dangerously close to his bulge. Your heart beat faster and you looked up at him, as he concentrated on cleaning the cut, one hand still resting a little further up your thigh than expected. You felt relief as he comforted you and made sure you were okay, but still had a pit of worry in your stomach for the others.

His hands were so large and firm, and you loved how they looked against your skin. You looked up at his piercing blue eyes and his beard which had grown out a little since shaving it when you arrived. “You okay too?” you asked studying his face. He nodded, “just a long night, no sleep,” he said looking over at you contently while holding eye contact for a moment. He placed a plaster over your cut and stared at you, wondering why you were watching his face so much. “I should get a shower,” you said breaking the tension as he let his grip go on your leg.

It felt so good to get a hot shower, and wash off all the mess that you had felt for the two days. You closed your eyes and imagined Ricks hands again, resting on your leg again, wishing to be back in his firm arms. The thought of his hands around your waist, or your throat-

“y/n?” rick called out, knocking on the door and stopping your daydreams. The handle turned on the door and it cracked open slightly, “i think i left my gun in here, you mind if i grab it?” your heart started beating fast, ofcourse he decides to get it right now. But it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, “sure,” you said.

He opened the door and walked in, halting when he saw you, eyes locked. He gazed over your body longingly and your breath got heavier as he walked over to the sink and picked up his gun. He stood for a moment, trying to control himself as he watched you continue to wash yourself. He didn’t look like he wanted to leave anytime soon.

“coming in?” you asked bravely, heart fluttering. That’s all it took for him to lose his self control and begin taking his clothes off, his eyes not leaving your body for a second. You needed a distraction from the day, and there was nothing better than feeling of his body pressed against yours to make you feel better.

He came in gently, and took over washing you, studying your body and letting you lean against his. His hands brushed over your bruised skin and gripped your waist, turning you to face him and pulling you closer. Lust burned in your stomach as you engulfed how large he was. You felt his hard cock press against the inside of my thighs and felt yourself growing wet as he leaned down and brought his lips to yours, kissing with hunger and pushing you against the hard wall. “Rick” you moaned into his mouth feeling his body suddenly pressed against yours.

He took one of his hands from around your waist and pressed a finger to your entrance, teasing you to grind against him, getting needier for his touch. His finger slid inside you gently.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned against your skin, moving his lips to your neck. He had missed this sensation just as much as you, not being able to keep his hands off you for more than a day. He moved his finger against your clit, before adding another and sliding into you hard, making you tighten around his touch. You looked down at his cock, growing even harder at your small noises. “Rick- please,” you whimper, wrapping your hand around his length and stroking softly. His breathing was heavy against your body as he looked down, enjoying seeing how small your hand looked against his cock.

“Kneel,” he demanded, looking down at your watery eyes as you did as he asked. He took a moment to watch you, and admire as you looked up at him through my lashes, innocently obedient to him, before pressing his tip to your lips. You immediately open your mouth to suck on his tip, gradually taking more until you’re tracing the vein that runs up his length to his end. He gasps out, and throws his head back, wrapping his hand around your hair and pushing himself deeper into your throat. You feel tears in your eyes as you try to take more of him, his size almost defeating you as he pushes you down harder. He can feel the bulge of his cock desperately twitching inside you.

He’d been having bad days recently, trying to keep everyone calm under the new circumstances, his only way of escaping his feelings was to take it out on you. He gasped as he attempted to control himself from cumming down your throat too quickly, and he pulled himself out. You looked up at him lustfully, needing more of him inside you. He leant down again and kissed you, this time rough as his hands were tightly pressed into your waist, bringing one of them up to grab your throat. His kisses grew deeper, demanding to have you as he brushed his hands down to your thighs, lifting your legs around his waist and carrying you out the shower, his hungry lips not leaving yours.

Your body pressed against his bare skin, needing him just as much as he needed you. His dick twitched again at being pressed against you, inches away from slipping into you. He carried you to the bedroom, roughly pressing you against the bed, starting to suck your neck. You looked into his eyes and saw them burning with lust, and concentration, he knew he needed to have you now and you flipped on top of him.

He pressed himself against your wet pussy and with his hand on his cock, brushing it teasingly along your entrance, only entering his tip. You whimpered longingly and moved yourself against him desperately. Rick smiled at what a mess he could always make you, only ever needy for his touch, and without warning he grabbed your hips and pushed every inch of his cock into you, making you tighten around him. You gasped, taking his entire size into you as you slowly moved up and down to stretch yourself with him. His cock twitched inside you as he forced you to match his pace, growing faster and harder each time.

You felt tears again as you struggled to stay on top of him, but his cock felt so good hitting you in the right place that you continued to ride it out. He noticed you were struggling and flipped you underneath him, pushing all of his inches into you at his own pace. He groaned into your neck and as you grew to fit him, you grabbed his hand and brought it up to your neck.

“Choke me,” you asked needing to feel his big hands around you again. He had to control himself to not spill his cum inside you at the sound of your words, gathering his breath and snaking his hand around your neck tightly.

He kept pumping into you roughly, sliding in and out and getting faster, he pressed his hand harder into your neck, leaving bruises for the next day. You gasped out everytime he slid his length into you, losing any kind of control over your movement as he had you held down hard. His body was warm against yours and he kissed your body, hard hungry kisses tracing your jaw and marking your neck.

You loved the feeling of his beard brushing against your skin as he sucked at your skin. His fast movements gradually got slower and you felt yourself reaching a high, unraveling against him and moaning against his skin as you road him from underneath. The sensation of you tighten around him pushed him over the edge as he pulled out half of his cock, and covered your pussy in his cum, pushing it inside you with his tip.

Your worries had faded away for the night as you were both tired out, and gradually you fell asleep in eachothers company, his hands wrapped around you pulling you into his chest.

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The chain-link fence rattled, a grim soundtrack to my new life. Inside was Rick, a man carved from granite and grit, watching my every move with eyes that could freeze hell over. He was the leader, the protector, and lately, an unwelcome distraction. I knew I should focus on learning the routines, attempting to show my worth to the group, but every time Rick's gaze lingered a moment too long, reality faded into the background, and was replaced by a different kind of survival instinct altogether.

Two months prior, I had been trapped in the dusty confines of a pharmacy on the outskirts of what was once Atlanta. The shelves were picked clean, save for a few scattered bottles of expired cough syrup. I was trapped in a small room, the only way I could hide from the walkers shuffling outside. Then, a flicker of hope: a crash, a shout, the unmistakable sound of gunfire, and then the sound of people talking outside the door. A couple dozen walkers guarded the entrance, a grotesque welcome committee. I watched through the grimy windows as the two figures fought their way through the horde, their faces grim, their movements precise. They were a lifeline in a world drowning in death, the man was asian, he had short dark hair and a youthful face, and the woman beside him had a fair complexion, yet seemed strong and resilient as she knocked down the walkers one by one, seemingly at ease.

They heard me fall back in shock, I hadn’t seen anyone living in almost a year of trying to survive by myself, mostly just by holing out in an abandoned church with traps around the sides.

“Think there’s someone in there?” I heard the woman speak, seeming alarmed yet cautious.

"Worth a shot," the man replied, stepping forward towards the door. "Hello? Anyone in there? We're friendly!"

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. Could I trust them? After so much time of solitude and fear, the prospect of rescue was almost too much to bear. Taking a deep breath, I called out, my voice hoarse and trembling, "I'm here! In the back!"

A moment of silence, then the sound of the door creaking open. The man entered first, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. He spotted me huddled in the corner, and a relieved smile spread across his face. "Hey there," he said gently. "We're here to help. I'm Glenn, and this is Maggie."

Maggie followed close behind, her gaze assessing my condition. "How long have you been in here?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"around three weeks, maybe," I croaked, my throat raw. "I’ve just been eating the food that I brought with me,” pointing to my ripped empty bag laying on the floor.

Glenn offered me a hand, pulling me to my feet. "Well, you're not a goner today," he said with a reassuring grin. "We're heading back to our group. We can take you with us."

Maggie, however, hesitated. "Glenn, we're already stretched thin," she said, her brow furrowed. "We don't know anything about her. She could be a liability."

"Maggie, come on," Glenn countered, his voice firm. "We can't just leave her here. She wouldn't survive on her own, look at her! Besides, she seems okay."

"Okay?" Maggie scoffed. "We haven't seen her fight. We don't know if she's bit. We can't just trust anyone we find out here."

I stood there, caught in the middle of their debate, feeling like a burden. I knew they were right to be cautious, but the thought of being left behind was unbearable. "I can fight," I interjected, my voice gaining strength. "I've been surviving on my own for months. I'm not useless, i’m good at making traps… and finding useful things."

Maggie studied me for a moment, her green eyes piercing. Finally, she sighed. "Fine," she said, her voice resigned. "At the end of the day it’s up to Rick, but if she causes any trouble, she's on her own."

Glenn clapped me on the shoulder, his smile returning. "Welcome to the team," he said. "Let's get you out of here."

With a mix of relief and trepidation, I followed Glenn and Maggie out of the pharmacy, stepping back into a world I barely recognised. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in months, I had a glimmer of hope.

I looked back on that day with so much gratitude, I was so close to falling apart, and after Ricks uncertainty towards me at first it was a relief to be allowed to live with the group. Me and Maggie had become quite close now, she taught me how to become better at fending off walkers, but my main job was to look after the little ones, and tend to the small garden they had growing here.

Recently, the group had become more tense, at night I would catch glimpses of Rick pacing up and down repeatedly while everyone else was sound asleep. Everyone had noticed that there were more and more walkers outside the camp, and putting too much pressure on resources and the group to fend them off.

The makeshift barricades groaned under the relentless assault. For days, the walkers had focused their mindless hunger on the camp's western perimeter. It was as if something, some primal instinct, drew them to that specific point, ignoring the other, weaker sections of our defences.

Each sunrise brought a fresh wave of the undead, their numbers seemingly endless. We fought them back with everything we had – guns, axes, knives, makeshift spears – but for every walker we felled, two more took its place. The constant fighting was taking its toll. Our arms ached, our faces were gaunt with exhaustion, and our spirits were flagging. The western barricade was a patchwork of salvaged wood, rusted metal, and desperate hope. We reinforced it time and again, but the walkers kept coming, their rotting hands clawing at the barriers, their moans a constant reminder of the death that awaited us if we failed.

Rick was at a loss. He had tried everything: reinforcing the barricade, setting fires, even sending out small groups to thin the horde. But nothing seemed to work. Eventually, he decided to call a group meeting, to hear the plans of others and to create some sort of plan for the problem.

The meeting was tense. Every face was etched with worry, illuminated by the flickering lanterns that barely held back the encroaching darkness. Bullets were dwindling, and so was hope. That's when I spoke up, my voice trembling slightly, "I know how to make traps."

A few heads turned, skepticism clouding their eyes. "Traps? What good are traps against a horde?" Rick scoffed.

"My dad taught me," I explained, my voice gaining confidence. "Before all this, we hunted to survive. Snares, deadfalls, deterrents... I know what works."

They were desperate, and I was their only option. The next few days were a blur of frantic activity. I scavenged for materials: sturdy branches, rusted wire, sharp stones. I worked tirelessly, my hands raw and bleeding, but with each trap I set, a glimmer of hope flickered within me. I designed snares to ensnare the walkers' feet, deadfalls to crush them, and noisy deterrents to draw their attention away from the camp's weak points.

The day of reckoning arrived with a bloodcurdling moan. A wave of walkers crashed against the perimeter, their rotting flesh and vacant eyes sending shivers down my spine. Suddenly, a loud snap echoed through the air. A walker stumbled, its leg caught in one of my snares. Another triggered a deadfall, the heavy log crushing its skull. The noisy deterrents rattled and clanged, drawing the horde away from the main gate.

But then, disaster struck. A young boy, eager to prove himself, ventured too close to a snare. Before I could shout a warning, he stepped on the trigger. The snare snapped shut, narrowly missing his leg. Panic erupted as the boy screamed, drawing the attention of nearby walkers.

Without thinking, I lunged forward, pulling the boy to safety just as a walker reached for him. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I fought off the creature, my knife finding its mark in its decaying skull. The boy was safe, but the incident had exposed the danger of my traps.

Despite the near-miss, my traps had bought us precious time. The horde had been thinned, and the camp was doing better for now. As I stood there, covered in grime and blood, I saw a flicker of respect in the eyes of my fellow survivors. I had proven my worth, and in this new world, that was everything.

Later that evening, I was cleaning my knife, and trying to shake off some of the adrenaline in a quiet corner of the camp. It was my favourite spot, overgrown with wilderness, somewhere i went at night to relax. There were barely any walkers on this side of the camp, because nobody else came over to this side, so I enjoyed the peaceful view of the sunset in the evening without having to think of the harsh reality of what things had become.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” a hoarse voice speaks, shocking me back from my daydreams.

I look up, shaking off the shock. It was Rick, his gaze looking down at me softly, almost awkward as he realised he had stunned me. I had never seen him look like this before, his usual furrowed eyebrows of concentration relaxed, and there was almost a slight hint of a smile in his complexion.

“Sure Rick, what’s up?” I smiled

“I wanted to thank you. For what you did back there. That kid... he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you.”

“He's just a kid, Rick. Anyone would have done the same thing”

“Most people froze up. You didn't. You acted. You saved him. That takes guts.” he raised his eyebrows and leaned against the tree beside you.

“I was just... trying to help.”

“I know. And we need people like you, Grace. People who are willing to step up, to do what's right. This world... it changes you. Makes you hard. Your ideas saved him, and they sure relaxed my mind with that hoard too” he smirked.

“It's hard sometimes. Knowing what we have to do to survive.”

“That's why we have to hold onto each other. Why we have to protect eachother. You reminded us of that today.”

I nodded, this is the most he has spoken to me since I had arrived here, I mostly just had received gazes and nods of approval when I did something resourceful. I hadn’t seen this side of him before, he was almost charming.

He looked around at the camp, smiling over at the children playing amongst themselves, a small campfire lit with the group surrounding it, laughing and sharing stories.

“This place… it’s not safe. Not yet. We need to make it better or.. move somewhere else. But the camp isn’t ready for that yet. We need more people like you to become smarter. Stronger.” he said pulling his attention onto me for a few moments, before his gaze shifted off, suddenly distracted and serious.

I followed his eye-line back to the group, he seemed worried. Before I could say anything back to him, he gave me a small weary smile before walking away, leaving me to ponder his words and the weight of the reality we now have to fight to survive in.

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need some ideas for scenarios in my next smutty/fluff rick fic, any suggestions would be great 🤭

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this clip makes me feral

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New edit guys 😩😩

I love him so much ugh

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Dating Rick Grimes

- his hand rests on your thigh while he drives, you're always in the passenger seat even if one of the others comes along.

- His favourite place to have sex is in the bed (obviously) or bending you over the counter in the kitchen

- He doesn't have many pet names but he calls you honey or sweetheart occasionally, mostly when you're mad and he's trying to reason with you.

- He's not a big pda person, so he touches you very subtly and secretively in public, waiting patiently to get home.

- He loves it when you sit on his lap, especially when you straddle him and face towards him while running your hands through his hair.

- When he's angry he keeps a lot of it pent up, showing through his complexion and how he paces around the bedroom while you try to relax him.

- He's confident and trusts you enough to know you wouldn't do anything against him, but he sometimes catches you taking a glance at daryl while he works, and can't help but feel a ting of jealousy and protectiveness shoot through him.

- You, Carl and Judith are his main priority always, and he cares for your safety and happiness over everything. He tries his best to make a good life for you guys.

- He's generally a man of few words, but when you guys are alone all he does is talk about what he wants for you, your future together and reassures you that as long as he's here he will protect you over everything.

-When you sleep, he loves to spoon, or just have his arm around you. Sometimes, when he's had a rough day he puts his head on your stomach and you relax him by stroking his hair

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Season 8 Rick Grimes is the most gorgeous 🙏

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Ever since you had arrived at Alexandria with the rest of the group, Rick had been avoiding you, a few nights had past and everyone had moved into the neighbouring houses, apart from you, Rick, Judith, Carl who stayed together. It confused you how Rick was ignoring you despite choosing you to stay with him.

You assumed it was just his worries and him being too busy to talk, but you saw how he treated the rest of the group, stopping to talk with Daryl and Michonne whenever he had the time, and he seemed to be content with making sure everyone else was cared for, except you. Sure he talked with you a few times, mostly about Judith and Carl, and checked in to see how you were adjusting, but it's the little things you noticed, like how he never came home until everyone was asleep. Despite your hard work to gain his attention he would only gaze over you for a few seconds before moving on and making himself busy.

Rage and sickness built up in you, overthinking all the reasons why he might not want your attention, maybe he didn't think much of you? maybe now he was settled, and didn't need you anymore as a friend to console in? You laid in bed till early in the mornings, waiting hopelessly for him to suddenly arrive and hold you in an embrace as he rarely used to. But he never did. You know he used to worry about your age, and told you he shouldn't be too close to you because it's not really what you wanted, you were too young. He would reject any protests you had to this, knowing yourself that his age didn't matter to you.

It was 7am and you laid lazily in the middle of the bed, the sun blazing through the curtains as you awoke to find yourself alone. There was a greeting party this evening, planned by Deanna to make everyone feel more invited here. It was doubtful that it would work for most of the group who were still on edge, mostly Daryl and Carl, who would frequently warn Rick that the risks were still here. You didn't see the point of making a big celebration , as if the group didn't have other things to think about, but Rick had mentioned already that you were both to go together. This idea sparked something in you, maybe tonight you will finally get him to pay attention to you. You sat upright planning through the day ahead, you were on watch in half an hour, covering for Rosita, and after that you had  time to get ready and prepare yourself.

The heat was unbearable as you sat at the watch tower, sweating despite wearing the shortest shorts you owned and a tank top. You rubbed your forehead and gazed around, it had been mostly clear all day, only a couple walkers in the distance who were cleared without even coming within 10 meters. You turned and saw Daryl and Carol, sat with judith on her lap, down by one of the houses. You were close with them both, they taught you how to perfect your shot and use a knife in the most effective way, and were usually caring towards you.

You had noticed the way Daryl looked, the way his muscles flexed while he worked on his bike, but you couldn't help comparing him to Rick, and how he was so much more assertive and enchanting than Daryl. His piercing blue eyes and dark curls being the first thing you noticed, down to his broad shoulders and steady hands. You blushed at the thought of him next to you, his hand on your waist-

"y/n? what are you looking at?" you looked down to see Carol standing with Judith on her hip, looking up at you with her brows furrowed. "I need help with Judith, do you mind taking her, i have some things to do." she spoke assertively, it was more like a statement than a question.

"Oh, sure." you said, disappointed to be snapped out of your daydreaming, "can you take my watch?" you spoke to Abraham who was lazily stood near the gate lighting a cigarette. He mumbled a yes as you shifted down the ladder. You took Judith in your arms as Carol muttered a thanks. You were slightly too young to desire your own children yet, but you couldn't deny the motherly instinct you felt towards Judith and Carl, feeling like their caregiver since the prison. Judith held a special place for you as you were there for her since her birth, and you could tell she was your favourite too as you could always get her to stop crying when the others couldn't.

"let's go back home, yeah?" you cooed at her. As you walked back, you were surprised to pass Daryl out by his motorbike, who was talking with Rick. You stopped as you saw him, he was usually on runs or with Deanna and Spencer, talking to them about plans for this place. They both turned to look at you and you felt Ricks eyes gaze steadily over your body, and glide down to your shorts.

"Y'alright?" Daryl asked you,

“Mhm, just about to take Judith home and get ready for the thing tonight." You looked expectantly at Rick, who snapped away from his gaze and looked at Judith in your arms. You felt his eyes soften as he walked towards you and placed a hand on her cheek, "how is she?" he asked. She had been sick with hunger when we arrived due to the long travel which had worried him more than anything else. "She's feeling better," you reassured. He looked up and met his eyes with yours, you felt your heart flutter and a low burn in your stomach, as you realised how close you were standing to his towering figure. You could almost feel his warm scent as you inched towards him, excited as you finally received recognition, but he snapped away and turned to Daryl again. Feeling the loss of the moment, the burning within you turned to rage, as you turned and carried on walking over to the house, feeling their eyes follow you.

You peered over into Judith's cot, seeing her steady breathing as she slept, Carl beside you.

"Where's dad?" he looked at you and questioned.

"He should be here," you sighed painfully, turning to look in the mirror, hiding how disappointed you felt and preparing doubtfully for the night ahead. You dressed in a short black dress, which hugged you in all the right areas, despite having lost all intent on gaining Ricks attention after todays interaction and him now standing you up.

"Ready?" you turned to Carl, smiling brightly as he picked up Judith. You practiced breathing and gathered yourself, determined to have a good mood, despite heading to the party without Rick. Carl grabbed your hand and smiled reassuringly as we headed out.

The sky was turning dark, but the air was still summery, as you were stood with the group talking amongst yourselves. Deanna had introduced you to many of the people who were here before, walking you round with her. They all seemed like nice people, but they were very sheltered to the outside world and it made you wonder if they could fight if they had to. You had searched the room for Rick, and doing the same as you he had been mingling with the people of the town. But for the past half hour, he had been stood leaning against a wall, talking to a blonde woman, you felt a pit of jealousy and longing in your stomach as you questioned again why he had all the time in the world for others, but not you. He looked over and you met his eyes from across the room , his eyes had a distant look, and were more grey than his usual sharp blue but he had a slanted smile on his face. You snapped your eyes away first, feeling overcome with annoyance, and made your way to the booze table where Abraham sat, who had obviously had too much already.

"Hey sugar," he spouted clumsily, "you look pissed," he stumbled over to you, thudding the table as he moved, making the drink you were pouring topple over. You looked at him unimpressed and he placed his hand on the side of your shoulder, "I'm always here if you need something, anythin." he trailed his hand slowly down your arm. You shrugged him off as you realised he was more drunk than anyone here. "Abraham you should head home, you're acting stupid," you chuckled, watching him as he almost stumbled over onto you. You grabbed his arm firmly and guided him through the room towards the door, earning a couple amusing looks from the group. Rosita followed you out and grabbed his other arm, "Jesus Abraham, could you not of paced yourself, it's barely even 10," she chuckled to him as he groaned at the movement and fell to the ground.

"Let me sit," he grunted.

"I can make sure he gets back okay, thanks y/n," she smiled at me gratefully, "you can head back to the party."

"Actually I was gonna head home, a bit tired from today," you smiled faintly, "just tell em i felt sick or something." Rosita nodded at me as you headed down the pavement towards home. Rick hadn't even spoke a word to you the entire time, what's the use in staying any longer than needed?

As you got home, you poured yourself a glass of wine, feeling comfort in the silence and safety of your home. You leaned against the counter and held your head in your hands, overwhelmed with confusion and pent up frustration. Ten minutes past and you were thinking about a second glass, seeing as you didn't have any drinks at the party, just as you heard the front door open. You put your glass down steadily and called out, "Carl? Why are you back early?" but he didn't respond. You instinctively grabbed a kitchen knife from the side of the counter, as Deanna insisted on all combat weapons being shut away, to keep the peace in the neighbourhood. "y/n?" a rough voice called out expectantly. Rick....

You placed the knife down with a tired yet relieved sigh and walked across the room to pour yourself a second glass.

You heard his coarse steps enter the room, "what do you want, rick?" you asked.

"why did you leave?" he returned wearily.

"Why didn't I leave earlier? ," you groaned lightly, turning towards him.

"I saw how Abraham looked, sorry you had to deal with that," he spoke with a hint of jealousy, walking towards you gradually until he was inches away from you.

"Abraham wasn't the problem," you snapped, making him furrow his brow in confusion,

“what else?" he asked

"What else!" you laughed, "what else? You have ignored me for days, you barely give me a second glance, and a conversation is out of the picture. You stood me up today, after I was hoping tonight we would talk properly. I'm tired of this day after day, just tell me that you don't want me anymore and i’ll stay with carol and michonne," your rambled and looked up at him, his face looked concerned but distant.

"y/n..." he spoke effortlessly.

You turned around again to face the counter, sipping from your glass, as he reached his hand to cup your waist and you felt a bolt of shock rush up your spine at this sudden touch. He feels your body tense up to his touch, "y/n you know I want you" he whispered, his face now close to my ear, as his second hand drifted around the other side of your waist. You relaxed to the words you had been needing to hear, melting into his familiar scent. "But I cant give you what you need, it's not right" he sighed and released his hands from your side. You turned around and grabbed his arm firmly, not letting him leave like this. You knew he felt wrong about your age before, but you didn't realise he felt it so strongly. "That's what this is about?" you asked, stunned. He looked at you painfully, his eyes sharp and staring into yours with longing. "Rick, you know that doesn't matter to me, I want to be with you more than anything, you can't take that away from me," you reassured, placing your hand on his chest.

"I know you want to be with me y/n, that's why I wanted you with me in this house, but when it comes to you I lose my control, I don't want you to regret your experiences, or realise later that you didn't want what I can give you," you looked up at him, stunned to realise he wasn't just talking about my company, but more than that, which we had never even discussed before. You felt your cheeks burn red and released your grasp on him. You realised that this whole time, he was just worried he was going to take advantage of you. You looked up at him again as his gaze softened. "I do want it Rick, and I can make my own choices, I would never regret anything with you," you spoke softly, as he reached to place his hand on your cheek, leaning down to move his lips against yours gently. His beard tickled your skin and you flushed at the sudden contact of his lips, kissing deeper and craving more.

The bottom of your stomach burned intensely and you felt yourself growing damp as he moved his hands up your hips, grasping and pulling your thighs up on top of the counter. You could feel his kiss becoming hungry and rougher, before moving his lips to your neck where he sucked longingly. You gasped, finally feeling his attention completely on you, consuming you, and pushed your hips towards him where you were greeted with his bulge pressing against you. He groaned and pulled away, looking frustrated with himself, "Rick, im sure."

He looked at you, judging your complexion carefully as he gathered himself and moved his hand to your lower back, pulling you further towards him. Your hands travelled from around his neck to drag down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his kisses slowed and he looked into your eyes warily. You understood his worries, you'd had little experience with sex, and those times were with boys, who also had little experience, but you felt more strongly about Rick than you'd ever felt for anyone else, he made you feel safe.

Frustrated with his hesitation, you grew needy, not wanting him to stop, "Rick i want more," you spoke, moving one of your hands softly to cup his bulge, his jeans tightening more at your touch, "you're sure?" he asked, looking down at how small your hand would be in comparison to his erection, again questioning if you are too young.

"Please," you whimpered, feeling yourself throb with wetness. Your innocent sounds made him lose his self control and his cock twitched under the close contact of your hand. He'd been waiting for a moment like this for a long time, fantasising every time he came home, while you laid sleepily in his bed and having to control himself when he saw you wearing those tiny shorts. He cupped your thighs and lifted you off the counter to stand in front of him, starting to suck your neck with passion, you took it as a signal to continue unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. You watched his bulge intently, while he unbuckles his belt. You looked into his eyes and saw him watching you. His worries had faded a little as he turns you and pushes your back to bend you over the counter, "be patient," he spoke forcefully. Feeling disappointed at the loss of contact, you arch your ass back to reach him, and he grabs your hips roughly in place, before dragging his hands down to the top of your thighs, and gradually under your dress. With his index finger he strokes your wetness, making you gasp his name at the sudden touch. He lifts your dress over your ass, admiring how you look for him, bent over the counter, making sweet noises. He takes a step back to watch you as you whine, "so needy, hmm?" You're desperate for his touch, missing how his large hands feel against your skin, "I need you," you cry, shocked at your loss of control. He steps back towards you, and moves your underwear to the side, revealing your bare pussy, and he presses his index finger to your entrance, sliding it up to your clit. "You're beautiful," he groans, as your knees grow weak under him.

He leans over you, pressing his bulge to your entrance, reaching to kiss your neck, as his middle finger finally enters you slowly, collecting your wetness and sliding in and out, you whimper his name again and arch into him, making him put his second finger into you, stretching you with it.

"Fuck," he groans, starting to rub your clit, "this is what happens when you wear these tight little dresses, practically begging me to bend you over." His words make you ache inside, getting wetter. With one motion he takes his fingers out of you, and looks down at his erection, almost bursting out of his boxers, feeling his pre-cum already leaking out of his cock at the sight of you. He pulled it out of his boxers, and with the same fingers that he took out of you, he stroked his tip, gathering his cum. Turning you over, he presses the fingers to your lips, "open," he demanded, and obediently you sucked on them, as he gradually moved them further down your throat. You look down, stunned at his size,

"Rick- please." He ignores you and lifts your dress over your shoulders, reaches his hands around you to take off your bra, revealing your naked breasts, making you blush again, feeling vulnerable.

Suddenly, you hear the front door open, Carl must be home. You look at Rick in shock at the situation, and he presses his hand hard against your mouth. You are relieved to hear footsteps go further away and up the stairs, he must be tired from the party, it must be late now. Rick turns to you, looking determined, as he hooks your underwear and moves it to the side of your pussy with his finger. She presses his bare erection to your entrance while admiring your breasts "keep quiet, okay?" you nod, gasping into his hand. "good girl," he smirked at me, as he presses an inch into me, moving it up and down against my clit with his free hand. He leaned in, and moved his lips against yours deeply. You start rocking your hips, losing control at the feeling. You buck your hips swiftly towards him, forcing him to enter you more, surprising him. He grabs the side of your hips hard, digging his fingers into your soft skin, as he pulls out and roughly pushes back in. Your tightness caves around him, clenching with sudden pain, and you feel his dick twitch inside you. "it's okay," he reassures, as he pushes in more, pain and pleasure making you ache. You whimper loudly into his hand at every push he makes, tears forming in your eyes. He shushes you, but as he sees the tears going down your face he removes his hand warily. He pushes into you harder, stretching you as you move closer against him, this time pressing your bare breasts against his chest as he sucked on your neck. He could feel his cock leak at the feeling of your small body against his, but he gathers himself, not letting himself cum yet.

"Is this okay?" he asks worriedly, while gradually getting rougher, pounding all of him into you at once He enjoyed how messy you looked, crying like a baby, but he was concerned at how loud you were being, "you need to stay quiet," he said slowing his thrusts.

"Don't stop, I need to..." you whined into him. "I'm gonna cum" feeling the knot inside you give way slightly and tension build up inside you, making you clench around his cock. His erection twitches at the sensation, making his cock almost burst with his seed. You feel yourself come undone as you gasp into him reaching up and grabbing his hair with your fist, making yourself slide forward and back to ride out your high. Feeling you so tightly around him, his cum leaks out, shooting deep inside you. He groans and looks down worriedly, thinking about the risks of you possibly having a baby inside you at your age. "Fuck," he groans, angry at himself as he pulls his dick out most of the way, still nudging your entrance. His cum spills out, dripping down your thighs, and his worries are erased as he gathers the leaking cum with his finger and pushes it back inside you, loving how you looked.

You wince at how sore you are, "too much," as he apologetically kisses the side of your cheek leading to your jaw. He folds his hands under your weak legs, wrapping them around his waist, as he helps you off the counter, carrying you upstairs.

You felt tired, but utterly content as you finally had him to yourself, his body warm and comforting. He turned on the shower, and lead you in with him, holding your hand. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, taking in what happened.

"You okay?" he asked gently, eyeing your neck and hips where marks were developing. You nodded lightly and smiled, as he came closer and cupped your face with his hands, moving his lips against yours gently. He felt relieved of his worries, knowing he could take care of you now without feeling guilty. You took turns washing eachother, and eventually both retreated to his bed. As you laid looking into his sleepy eyes, you couldn't feel more content and safe. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and holding you to his chest as you both drifted to sleep.