( the farm is where you are with hershel, maggie and beth, so this is where your story begins! go through ups and downs and perhaps you could find love on the farm. . )
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉
( the prison is where friendships are tested, new people are coming and where the governer appears. perhaps, you and your friends could could beat the obstacles in your way or would you finally seperate . . ? )
𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙎
( terminus is where you face human-eating people, meeting up with your friends again and finally, admitting your feelings for a certain sheriff, will it go good or bad . . ? )
𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙄𝘼
( alexandria is where you have to adjust to a domestic life, put up with a blonde bitch across the street, and challenge an old guy with a bat who seems to like your pretty face. will your journey finally end here . . ? )
Can i request a jealous!rick grimes x reader, potentially alexandria era where spencer or someone takes an interest in the reader and rick gets jealous. You can chise the rest i just think that rick would definitely be quite overprotective and jealous at times. 🤍
𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 || rick grimes x gn!reader
You leaned against the railing of the porch, a soft laugh escaping your lips as Spencer Monroe flashed you a grin.
The sun was setting below the walls of Alexandria, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink, but you were too distracted to appreciate it.
Spencer had been lingering around you a lot lately—offering to help you with runs, bringing you extra rations, and now, inviting you to dinner at his house.
“You should come by,” Spencer said, shifting closer. “It’s not gourmet or anything, but I think you’d enjoy it. And the company, of course.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but before a single word could leave your lips, a firm hand settled on the small of your back.
“Think she’s busy.” came Rick’s low voice.
You barely had time to register his presence before he was stepping between you and Spencer, effectively cutting off whatever reply you had planned.
Spencer, to his credit, didn’t back down right away. He crossed his arms, glancing between the two of you. “Didn’t realize you had a schedule set for her, Rick.”
Rick’s fingers twitched where they rested against your lower back. His voice was calm—too calm. “She don’t need one.” His blue eyes locked onto Spencer’s, a silent challenge burning behind them. “She’s got everything she needs.”
Your breath hitched. The tension between the two men was palpable, thick enough to suffocate you. You could almost hear the unspoken words behind Rick’s statement: She’s mine. Fuck off.
Spencer exhaled sharply through his nose, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “Didn’t mean to step on any toes.”
Rick’s jaw ticked, his fingers pressing ever so slightly against you as if to remind himself you were still there. “Yeah,” He said, voice gruff. “You did.”
Spencer hesitated for a moment before scoffing under his breath and walking off, muttering something about territorial behavior.
You turned to Rick, arching a brow. “That was unnecessary.”
Rick huffed a humorless laugh, finally turning his gaze to you. “Was it?” His hand slid from your back, but before you could step away, he caught your wrist, pulling you closer.
His voice dropped, the rough edge sending a shiver down your spine. “You think I’m gonna stand there and watch some guy try to take what’s mine?”
Your breath hitched. “Yours?”
His eyes darkened, scanning your face as if daring you to argue. “You know you are.”
Your pulse thrummed in your ears, the heat between you rising faster than you were prepared for.
You could push him away, tease him about overreacting—but the way he was looking at you, like he was one wrong move away from showing Spencer exactly who you belonged to, had your knees feeling weak.
So instead, you smirked. “Guess you’ll just have to remind me, then.”
“Oh, I will.”
Rick’s lips parted slightly before he let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening just enough to make you shiver.
And with that, he pulled you inside, making sure that you would never have to be reminded again.
thank you so much for 100 followers my loves <333 and to the person that requested this i'm sorry it took so long for me to upload i was soo busy and i didnt see it until yesterday evening 😭, and there's a similar one shot on my account called ‘damned’
summary: after you have given birth to your beautiful baby girl, you start to be insecure about your body, comparing yourself to other women. rick shows you how much he adores you.
warnings: pet names, swearing, dirty amount of fluff, insecurities, mentions of postpartum body
word count: 1.0 k
a/n: the last one shot of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it. if one of you are feeling insecure about your post partum body, do not because you brought a beautiful child into the world with your beautiful body, so do not be ashamed :))
The world had ended years ago, but here you were, cradling the beginning of a new one in your arms. Your baby—your beautiful, perfect little girl—slept peacefully against your chest, tiny fingers curled into your shirt.
She was everything, all the love and light you had left in this cruel world, but as you sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion weighing heavy in your limbs, an ugly feeling crept in.
Your reflection stared back at you from the cracked mirror across the room. The soft swell of your stomach, the faint stretch marks that traced your skin like delicate lightning bolts, the way your body had changed in ways you hadn’t expected—it all left you feeling. . . less.
Less than you were before. Less than the other women in Alexandria, the ones who still seemed untouched by the burdens of motherhood and survival.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to silence the thoughts, but they only grew louder. You loved your daughter more than anything, but why couldn’t you love yourself the same way?
A quiet knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts, and then Rick was there. His blue eyes softened the moment they landed on you, taking in the baby tucked against your chest, the tired slump of your shoulders.
He approached slowly, careful not to wake her as he settled onto the bed beside you.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” His voice was low, thick with concern. His hand came to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking absentmindedly over your skin.
You hesitated, not wanting to burden him with something that felt so small, so vain in comparison to everything else you’d survived. But the weight of it was suffocating.
“I just…” You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes trained on the baby instead of him. “I don’t feel like myself anymore, Rick. I look at myself and… I don’t know who I am. I see the way other women look, how they seem so—so whole. And I just feel… different.”
Rick was silent for a moment, and it made your chest tighten. You expected him to tell you you were being ridiculous, that there were bigger things to worry about.
But then, he reached for your hand, cradling it between his own, calloused and warm.
“You brought our baby into this world,” He said, voice thick with something unshakable. “You carried her, kept her safe when nothin’ else in this damn world is. And you think I’m gonna sit here and let you doubt how beautiful you are?”
Your breath caught as he cupped your face, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no doubt—just the unwavering love that had kept you both standing through the worst of times.
“I don’t give a fuck about anyone else,” He murmured, pressing a slow, reverent kiss to your forehead. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”
Tears welled in your eyes, but before you could say anything, Rick carefully took your baby from your arms, cradling her against his chest. His movements were so gentle, so full of love, that it made your throat tighten.
He walked across the room, lowering her into her crib with the utmost care, brushing a thumb over her tiny cheek before stepping back.
And then he turned to you.
“Come with me.” He said softly, holding out his hand.
You hesitated, but the warmth in his eyes made it impossible to refuse. You placed your hand in his, and he led you to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.
Your heart pounded as he guided you toward the mirror, positioning you so that you were standing in front of it, your reflection staring back at you.
Your first instinct was to look away, to focus on anything else, but Rick was behind you in an instant, his hands coming to rest on your waist, holding you firmly in place. His lips brushed against your ear, voice low and intimate.
“Look at yourself.” He murmured.
You swallowed hard. “Rick, I—”
“Shh,” He hushed you gently, his lips pressing against the side of your neck. “Let me show you what I see.”
His hands moved slowly, reverently, skimming over the curve of your waist. “This body carried our daughter,” He said, his voice full of awe. “Kept her safe, kept her warm. That’s beautiful.”
His lips trailed lower, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. His fingers traced the faint stretch marks on your skin, as if memorizing them. “Every mark, every change… it’s proof of what you’ve done. What you’ve given me. What you’ve given her.”
Your breath hitched as he turned you slightly, his lips finding the inside of your wrist, pressing a soft kiss there. “These hands? They’re the same hands that held me when I was broken. The same hands that take care of her, that hold her close every night. And they’re beautiful.”
His hands moved again, sliding down your hips, gripping them gently as he kissed along the column of your throat. “And this?” His voice was rougher now, filled with something deeper. “These hips, this stomach, every part of you—you think I don’t love this?” He let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “Darlin’, I worship this.”
A shuddering breath escaped you as he turned you fully toward him, cupping your face in both hands. His thumbs brushed away the tears you hadn’t even realized were falling.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” He whispered. “You always have been. You always will be.”
And then his lips were on yours—slow, deep, full of everything he couldn’t say with words. He kissed you like he was afraid you’d disappear, like he needed you to understand just how much he adored you.
When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you.
“You see yourself how I see you, just for a second?” He asked softly.
You nodded, unable to speak, and he smiled—a small, rare thing, just for you.
“Good,” He murmured, pressing one last kiss to your lips. “Because you’re perfect to me. Always.”
i'm fucking crying over this, rick is so husband material. this is the last of my valentine's day special :)) i hope you guys liked it, i'll be making a separate masterlist on 'valentines day specials' :))
summary: you and rick grimes have been best friends ever since you were in diapers. after being broken up by your boyfriend; spencer, rick shows you how much you can be loved.
warnings: pet names, teasing, dirty talk, teasing, soft sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (reader receiving), rick being sweet, fluff at the end, hope you enjoy :)
word count: 3.0 k
a/n: apart of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it
“𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐌 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄.”
The words hung in the night air, fragile and aching, barely above a whisper. You hadn’t meant to say it—not out loud, not to him—but it slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
The weight of them settled between you and Rick like an invisible wall, thick and suffocating.
You stared down at your hands, twisting them together in your lap, unable to look at him. Maybe if you did, you’d see the confirmation in his eyes—the same realization Spencer had come to when he walked away.
Every guy before him had left, each one finding some excuse, some reason why they couldn’t stay. The world was too dangerous.
You were too much. Too stubborn. Too complicated. And every single time, it chipped away at something inside of you, making you wonder if there was something wrong with you that you just couldn’t see.
Rick didn’t answer right away, and for a moment, you wished you’d kept your mouth shut.
Maybe he was trying to think of a way to let you down easy, to tell you that, yeah, maybe you were unlovable.
Because if men like Spencer—normal, decent men—couldn’t love you, how could someone like Rick, someone who had carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, possibly have space for you?
Then, finally, he moved.
“You don’t get to say that.”
His voice was low, rough, edged with something sharp. You dared a glance at him, and what you saw made your breath catch.
His jaw was tight, his hands curled into fists on his thighs, but it was his eyes that stole the air from your lungs. Anger simmered there, but not at you. No, this was something else entirely.
“You think because some damn fools didn’t see you—really see you—that it means something about you?” He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “That’s bullshit.”
You blinked at him, thrown by the sudden intensity in his voice. “Rick—”
“No.” His voice softened, but his eyes stayed locked on yours, unwavering. “I’ve known you my whole damn life. I’ve seen you at your best, at your worst. I’ve seen you fight, seen you survive, seen you keep goin’ when most people would’ve given up.”
His fingers twitched before he reached for your hand, his touch warm and steady. “And I know you. I know your heart. And I know there ain’t a damn thing unlovable about you.”
Your throat tightened, a lump forming that you weren’t sure you could swallow down. It wasn’t just what he was saying—it was the way he was saying it.
Like it physically hurt him to hear you doubt yourself. Like he’d fight anyone who dared to make you feel this way, even if it was just your own thoughts.
“But they all left,” You whispered, barely able to get the words out. “Every single one.”
Rick’s grip on your hand tightened, grounding. “Then they were fools.”
Your breath hitched, and for the first time that night, the hollow ache inside of you started to ease—because when Rick said something, he meant it.
And if there was one thing you knew with absolute certainty, it was that Rick Grimes never spoke empty words.
You and Rick had been inseparable for as long as you could remember. Some of your earliest memories were of playing in the Georgia sun, your tiny hands clutching his as you ran barefoot through the fields behind his house.
Your families were close, your parents always joking that you and Rick were a package deal. Where he went, you followed, and when you wanted to do something reckless, he was always right there, shaking his head but going along with it anyway.
He was your best friend before you even knew what that meant.
You were there when he scraped his knee riding his bike too fast down the gravel road, and he was there when you broke your arm falling out of the old oak tree in your backyard.
You went to every one of his baseball games, cheering louder than anyone, and when he started liking girls, you were the one who teased him mercilessly.
He did the same to you, side—eyeing every guy who tried to take you on a date, always making sure they knew you weren’t alone.
But then the world ended.
And it was just you two again.
You weren’t kids anymore, but something about surviving the end of the world together made you feel like those reckless kids running barefoot through the grass again.
Only now, it wasn’t scraped knees and bruised elbows—it was blood on your hands and aching bones from days of walking.
Rick had always been protective of you, but after everything, after the fall of the world, that protectiveness hardened into something fierce.
You could see it in the way he positioned himself in front of you during fights, the way his eyes scanned every new place you entered, like he was making sure there was no threat that could take you away from him.
And you weren’t just standing behind him, either. You fought beside him. You had his back the way he had yours, always watching, always ready.
There were nights when you both sat by the fire, Carl's head resting on your shoulder, silent except for the crackling of the flames, the weight of everything pressing down on you.
And then there were the nights when you’d talk about before, about home, about how you used to dream of growing old in that sleepy little town, never knowing that someday, you'd trade white picket fences for bloodstained knives.
But no matter how much the world changed, one thing never did.
You still had him.
And maybe that was the only thing keeping you going.
You let out a humourless laugh, staring down at the splintered wood beneath your feet. “Every guy I’ve been with has left me. Every single one. First before the world went to hell, and now after.” You sucked in a shaky breath. “Spencer was just the latest to figure it out.”
Rick shifted beside you, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw his jaw clench, his hands curling into fists against his thighs. “That what you really think?” He asked, his voice rough, quiet, but carrying the weight of something heavy.
You shrugged, not trusting yourself to look at him. “It’s a pattern, isn’t it?”
“No.” The word came sharp, firm, leaving no room for argument.
You finally turned your head, meeting his gaze. His blue eyes burned in the dim light of the porch lanterns, dark with something intense—something you couldn’t name. “You ever think,” He started, voice lower now, “That maybe the problem ain’t you? Maybe it’s them. Maybe they were too damn blind to see what they had.”
You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “I don’t know, Rick. I—”
“Don’t,” He interrupted, shifting closer. His body was warm, solid, grounding. “Don’t do that. Don’t sit here and tell me you’re unlovable when I—” He stopped, jaw tightening, like the words caught in his throat. His hands flexed before he reached for you, his fingers grazing yours, hesitant at first. “You got no idea, do you?”
Your breath hitched at the way his touch lingered, deliberate and gentle despite the roughness of his hands. He was always so careful with you, even after everything you’d both been through, even after the years of blood and loss and heartbreak.
“You don’t get it,” Rick murmured, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, tracing slow, absentminded circles against your skin. “You’ve been one of the best damn thing in my life.” His voice was hoarse now, thick with something unspoken. “Ain’t a single man who’s walked away from you that ever deserved you.”
Your throat tightened, and suddenly, the weight of everything—the pain, the doubt, the loneliness—felt unbearable. “Then why,” You whispered, barely holding yourself together, “Does it feel like I’m never enough?”
Rick let out a rough exhale, like it hurt him to hear you say it. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached up, cupping your cheek, his palm warm and steady against your skin.
You swore he could feel how hard your heart was pounding beneath his touch.
“I don’t know how to make you believe it,” He admitted, voice strained. “But I see you. Always have.” His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, his touch reverent, as if you were something fragile, something precious. “Let me show you,” he murmured. “Let me show you how much you can be loved.”
The way he looked at you then—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—made your breath catch in your throat.
Rick’s thumb traced slow, soothing patterns against your cheek, his breath warm as it fanned across your lips.
His eyes flickered between yours, searching, asking—giving you the chance to pull away, to stop this before it crossed the line.
But you didn’t want to stop.
Your chest rose and fell in time with his, every inch of space between you charged with something you had never dared to name before. His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face slightly, and then—finally—he leaned in.
His lips brushed against yours, the touch featherlight at first, hesitant. But when you let out a shaky breath and pressed forward, Rick groaned low in his throat, his other hand sliding to the back of your neck as he kissed you fully.
It was slow—deliberate. He wasn’t just kissing you; he was pouring everything into it.
Every unspoken feeling, every stolen glance, every lingering touch over the years.
You sighed into him, parting your lips just enough for him to deepen the kiss, and the moment his tongue brushed against yours, heat curled low in your stomach.
His hand tightened against your waist, pulling you closer, until there wasn’t a breath of space left between you.
By the time he pulled back, you were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Rick’s thumb traced over your swollen lips, his eyes dark, intense. “Tell me you want this.” He rasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.
You swallowed, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I do,” You whispered. “I’ve always wanted you.”
Something in him snapped at that.
Rick stood suddenly, pulling you up with him, his grip firm but careful. His hand slid down your arm, fingers threading through yours as he led you inside.
You followed, heart hammering, pulse thrumming in your ears.
The house was quiet, the only sound the soft creak of the stairs as he guided you up, his grip on your hand never faltering.
When you reached the bedroom, Rick turned to face you, his hands settling at your waist. He studied you, his gaze full of something unreadable—something reverent.
Then, slowly, he reached for the hem of your shirt, his fingers ghosting over your skin.
“This okay?” He murmured.
You nodded, barely able to speak. Rick exhaled softly, pressing another kiss to your lips, slower this time. Deeper.
And as he led you toward the bed, his hands roaming your body with the same care he’d always shown you, you finally understood.
You were never unlovable.
Not to him. Not ever.
He gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your soft skin. His touch sent shivers down your spine, awakening sensations you had been trying to suppress.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He murmured as his lips brushed yours again.
You parted your lips, inviting him in, and his kiss was tender yet passionate. His lips moved against yours, exploring and seeking, as if he was trying to convey all his emotions through this simple act.
Rick’s hands slid down your neck, gently caressing your shoulders, making you sigh into his mouth.
The kiss deepened, and you found yourself responding eagerly, your hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.
His tongue danced with yours, a sensual battle of wills, as if both of you were trying to express years of unspoken desire in this one moment.
Breathless, you broke the kiss, your eyes searching his. “Take off my shirt, Rick.”
He didn't hesitate; his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head. His eyes feasted on your exposed body, taking in your delicate curves and the swell of your breasts.
You felt a rush of desire as his gaze travelled over you, making you keenly aware of your own sensuality.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His hands roamed freely, his fingertips tracing the outline of your bra, making you shiver.
He unhooked your bra with nimble fingers, and it slid off your shoulders, revealing your full breasts. His eyes locked onto your erect nipples, and he leaned forward, capturing one between his lips.
You gasped as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, his breath hot against your skin.
“Oh, Rick.” You muttered under your breath, your fingers starting to thread through his curls.
He lavished attention on your breasts, suckling and nibbling, his hands kneading and squeezing. His mouth left a trail of kisses down your stomach, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.
“I want to taste you.” Rick murmured, making you lay down on the bed.
You shivered in anticipation as he gently nudged your thighs apart. His hands slid under your hips, lifting you slightly, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, granting him full access.
Rick’s eyes met yours, a silent question in his gaze, seeking permission for what he was about to do. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, both excited and nervous.
He lowered his head, his warm breath caressing your inner thighs, causing you to squirm with anticipation.
His tongue flicked out, teasingly tracing the sensitive skin just above your underwear line. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your body already on the brink of pleasure.
With slow, deliberate movements, Rick hooked his fingers under the elastic of your underwear and slid them down your legs, his eyes never leaving your face. You stepped out of the garment, now completely exposed to his gaze.
“You’re stunning.” He muttered, eyes glued to your core.
He positioned himself between your thighs, his face mere inches from your core. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and you knew he was as aroused as you were.
Rick’s tongue darted out, tasting you for the first time. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.
His tongue was slow and deliberate, painting broad strokes along your slit, gathering your essence.
“You taste so sweet.” He slowly teased circles on your clit with his tongue.
You gripped the sheets, your body tensing as he explored your most intimate folds. His tongue was skilled and relentless, circling your clit, teasing it, before plunging into your wetness.
He lapped at your juices, savouring your taste, his and your moans of pleasure filling the room.
“Oh, God, Rick!”
He responded by increasing the pace, his tongue working feverishly. He added a finger, sliding it into your wetness, curling it to find that sweet spot within.
Your body trembled as he stimulated you both internally and externally, pushing you ever closer to the brink of ecstasy.
“Come for me, baby. Let go.”
His words were the final push you needed. Your orgasm exploded within you, rippling through your body like an electric current. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.
Rick continued to lap at your sensitive flesh, drawing out your climax, milking every last drop of pleasure. Your body shuddered and convulsed, and you clung to him, riding out the storm of sensations.
Finally, you collapsed back onto the bed, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Rick crawled up beside you, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
His lips found yours again, slow and deep, his calloused fingers tracing lazy circles along your bare skin. He hovered over you, his body warm and solid against yours, his hand slipping down to guide himself to you—
The front door swung open with a loud creak.
“Dad, I’m home!”
Panic shot through both of you like a lightning bolt. You and Rick scrambled apart so fast that you nearly fell off the bed. He cursed under his breath, fumbling for his jeans while you scrambled to the floor, your heart hammering.
Carl’s footsteps thudded down the hall just as you finished pulling on your top. Rick, still flushed and slightly out of breath, ran a hand through his messy hair as Carl appeared in the doorway.
The boy glanced between the two of you, brow raising slightly. “Hey.” He said casually, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Hey, Carl.” you replied, your voice an octave higher than normal. You could feel the heat burning your cheeks, and Rick, beside you, looked equally guilty, clearing his throat as he avoided eye contact with his son.
Carl’s gaze lingered for a second too long before he nodded and turned away. “I’ll be in my room.”
As soon as his footsteps faded, you exhaled in unison, both of you collapsing back onto the bed. Rick groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. “Christ.”
You covered your face, laughing into your palms. “That was way too close.”
Rick peeked over at you, his lips twitching. “You think he—?”
“Nope. Don’t wanna think about it.” You rolled onto your side, facing him, and he smirked, finally relaxing. His hand found yours, squeezing gently.
“We’ll finish this later,” He murmured, voice low and full of promise.
You shivered at the way he said it, unable to stop the smile spreading across your lips.
Unknown to you, Carl was smirking the minute he walked away.
idk why but i can kinda see rick doing baseball when he was a child
The thought had lingered in his mind more than he cared to admit, especially in moments like this—moments when the weight of the world, of everything he’d lost and fought for, pressed heavy against him.
Out on the run with Daryl, the two of them had split off to cover more ground, the quiet of the woods giving way to the occasional snap of a twig or distant rustle of leaves.
Rick’s eyes scanned every corner, his hand instinctively resting on the grip of his revolver, even as his mind wandered.
They then found an abandoned shop, which was where Rick saw it.
Technically, Daryl found it first but Daryl had no one in mind to give it to, so it was Rick’s.
The necklace half—buried beneath a pile of discarded clothes and old, forgotten trinkets, but it was delicate either way.
It was simple, but beautiful—a fine silver chain with a small, circular pendant. The metal had dulled with time, but it still caught the light, like something that had once been loved.
He picked it up carefully, his fingers brushing over the tarnished surface.
It wasn’t much, but in the middle of this wasteland, in a world where everything had turned to dust, it felt like a fleeting reminder of something real, something lost—something hopeful.
It wasn’t much, but it was something.
He slipped the necklace into his pocket, his thoughts on you, as always.
“Wha’ ya’ think?” Daryl asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at Rick.
Rick didn’t answer right away, his thoughts already on you. He knew you didn’t care about things like this—jewellery, material possessions—but there was something about this necklace, about the way it seemed to symbolize everything he wanted to give you but never could.
It felt like a piece of something pure, something left untouched in this ruined world.
“I’ll take it.” Rick finally muttered, slipping the necklace into his pocket, already thinking about what he would do when he got back.
When Rick returned to the prison, the familiar sounds of the survivors and the steady rhythm of life in the new world greeted him, but it didn’t feel as comforting as it once did.
There was still that void, that space he couldn’t fill no matter how much he tried.
As evening set in and the others scattered to prepare for the night, Rick found you sitting near the fence, your back to the rising sun, your silhouette framed in the orange glow.
You looked like you belonged there, like you had somehow found peace in the chaos of the world—and Rick couldn’t help but wonder how, when everything he touched seemed to slip away.
You turned your head, your lips curving into a small, warm smile. “How’d the run go?”
Rick hesitated, glancing down at his pocket as if it could give him the strength he needed. Then, without saying a word, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the necklace, the chain gently swaying in the air.
“I found this,” Rick said, his voice rougher than usual, like the weight of everything he had to say was too much. “I thought. . . maybe you’d like it.”
You blinked, the surprise crossing your face before a small, knowing smile spread across your lips. “It’s beautiful.” You said, your fingers brushing over the delicate pendant as if testing its weight, its history.
Rick’s heart ached, that familiar sense of unworthiness twisting deep inside him. He wasn’t the kind of man who deserved someone like you—he had never been that man.
He’d been a sheriff, a father, a protector, but what did he have to offer?
His hands were stained with blood, his mind haunted by the things he’d done, and in this broken world, he was still fighting every day just to survive.
You. You deserved better.
But he couldn’t help it. He wanted to give it to you. Even if he didn’t deserve you, he still wanted to be the one who tried.
His hand lingered near yours for a moment before he finally let go, feeling the weight of stress finally leaving him. It wasn’t just the necklace.
It was everything he wanted for so long—the love, the guilt, the ache of wanting to be better. To be someone you could count on.
“It’s not much,” He muttered, his voice barely a whisper. “But I wanted you to have it. You deserve. . . everything.”
You smile warmly, looking up at him, the necklace dangling between your fingers. “You got anymore for me?”
Rick chuckled, his blue eyes admiring your angelic features before he slowly shook his head. “I'll get more for you, sweetheart, I promise.”
And he watched as you fondle over the necklace, your eyes filled with light in this dark world. Rick wanted you to smile like that.
So, he promised himself that he would bring you back something every time he went on runs, just to see you gleam at him like that.
And unknown to you, the ring box burning a hole in his back pocket would do exactly that.
just two more posts until the valentines special is over guysss <33
summary: rick grimes knew he was damned since the moment he met you. but in alexandria, when a man flirts with you and you don't dare to stop him, finding amusement in rick's suffering, he shows you how damned he could be. . .
warnings: pet names, swearing, dirty talk, teasing, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, angry sex, rick being possessive, orgasms, cum inside, fluff at the end, hope you enjoy :)
word count: 2.4 k
a/n: apart of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it
From the moment your eyes locked with his—bold, unflinching, and carrying a spark of mischief—something in his chest shifted.
You weren’t afraid to push his buttons, meeting his gruff demeanour with sharp comebacks and a smirk that had no right to make his pulse race. You called him Sheriff with that teasing lilt in your voice, fully aware of how it made his jaw clench.
He told himself it was just harmless banter—something to break the tension of survival—but the way his eyes always seemed to find you, how his ears tuned into your laughter even in a crowded room, said otherwise.
You were chaos wrapped in a pretty package, and Rick, who had survived horrors beyond measure, suddenly found himself facing a whole new kind of danger—one he couldn’t run from.
The teasing between you was constant, an electric current that neither of you could resist. You’d call him out on his brooding stares and self-righteous speeches, and he’d retaliate with dry remarks that only made you laugh harder.
You made it a game—who could fluster the other first, who could push just far enough to feel the heat without burning. But beneath the playful digs, something unspoken lingered, something that set his blood on fire every time your hand brushed his.
You had a way of getting under his skin, knowing exactly when to soften your sharp tongue and meet him with an understanding gaze that left him defenceless.
He didn’t mean to fall for you—hell, he fought it. Love felt like a luxury in a world where everything was decaying, and caring too deeply only brought you pain. But you made it impossible not to.
He fell somewhere between your reckless bravery and the cracks of vulnerability you tried to hide. It was in the way you stood beside him in every fight, your back pressed against his, and how your teasing softened into something tender when the nights grew too quiet.
You saw through his armor—the grief, the guilt, the weight he carried—and you never once looked away.
And damn him, but he started craving you like air. He found himself seeking you out without thinking—his eyes searching for your smirk after a long day, his ears longing for the sound of your voice laced with playful mockery.
When you were gone, it felt wrong, and when you were near, it felt dangerous. You had slipped into his life, and worse—you had claimed his heart before he even realized it was yours to take.
So, Rick knew he was damned. Damned because he couldn’t stop falling, deeper and deeper, and because he no longer wanted to.
Alexandria really was supposed to be a fresh start—calm, safe, a place where he could finally catch his breath. But there was no peace when it came to you.
You still drove him mad, still lived in his head rent-free with every smirk, every sly remark. But here, within the gates of this too-perfect community, something else gnawed at him—something dark and burning that he tried to bury. It was getting harder to pretend, though. Especially now.
His eyes locked on you from across the yard, and his chest immediately tightened. You stood by Spencer Monroe, laughing—too softly, too sweetly for Rick’s liking. Spencer was leaning in close, flashing a smile like he had a fucking chance.
His hand brushed your arm, and Rick felt his blood ignite. His fingers curled into his palms, nails biting skin as something ugly and possessive twisted in his gut.
He hated it. Hated how his first instinct was to march over there and remind Spencer exactly who he was dealing with. You weren’t his—he had no right to feel this way—but that didn’t stop his jaw from clenching so hard it ached.
You must have felt his stare because you glanced over, and damn it, that smirk of yours returned—the one you always wore when you caught him watching.
It was knowing, daring, like you enjoyed getting under his skin. You raised a brow, and he swore he saw a flicker of amusement in your eyes.
But Spencer kept talking, leaning in like he was the only man in the world, and Rick’s patience snapped. His feet moved before his brain caught up, and suddenly he was there—right beside you, his presence solid, imposing, and unmistakably territorial.
“Something you need, Spencer?” Rick’s voice was low, with an edge sharp enough to cut.
Spencer straightened, the confident smirk wavering just slightly under Rick’s steel gaze. “Nah,” He said, trying to play it cool. “Just getting to know her better. She’s—uh—pretty great company.”
Rick’s eyes never left his. “Yeah,” He said, his voice like gravel, “She is.” His tone made it clear—walk away before I put a bullet in your skull.
You, of course, were enjoying every second of it. “Aw, Rick,” You teased, folding your arms with a grin. “Didn’t know you thought about me like that.”
His jaw ticked, and his eyes, blazing with something unspoken, flicked to yours. “You know I do,” He said, rough and raw, his voice low enough that only you could hear it.
Spencer opened his mouth, some slick remark on the tip of his tongue—because of course he couldn’t leave well enough alone. But he never got the chance.
Rick’s hand closed firmly around your wrist. “We’re done here.” He said, his voice low and final, brooking no argument.
Before you could so much as toss out another teasing jab, he was leading you away, his grip warm and possessive but careful—not rough, never rough.
“Rick,” You laughed, breathless from his sudden move. “What’s the rush?”
He didn’t answer, jaw tight as he weaved through Alexandria’s streets, every step purposeful. You caught the sharp set of his shoulders, the tension humming through him like a live wire.
Whatever had snapped inside him back there hadn’t settled. And, God help you, you liked it—liked seeing his composure crack, knowing you were the one who did it.
Before you knew it, you were at his house. The door clicked shut behind you, and the air shifted—thick, charged, and humming with something that made your pulse quicken.
“You jealous, Grimes?” You teased, folding your arms as you leaned back against the door. Your voice was playful, but your heart was racing.
Rick turned to you slowly, his blue eyes burning with something raw and unguarded. “Yeah,” He admitted, the word rough, stripped of any playfulness “I am.”
The honesty in his voice stole the breath from your lungs.
“I didn’t like him touching you. Hell,” He dragged a hand through his curls, his voice firm and rough “I don’t like anyone thinking they can have you.”
Your lips parted, and you felt that familiar spark—the one that always ignited when you pushed him and he pushed back. “And why’s that?” You challenged, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Because you’re mine,” He said, voice low and sure, and the way he said it sent a shiver through you. Rick’s chest heaved, his blue eyes blazing into yours with something primal—something raw and unrestrained.
“You’ve always been mine,” He growled, his voice rough and low, every word crackling with heat and frustration. “And it’s been driving me crazy—watching you let him—” His teeth clenched, and his free hand slammed against the door beside your head, the sudden thud making you jump. “You know what you do to me. You have to know.”
Your breath hitched, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from your chest. “And what if I do?” You challenged, your voice soft but laced with fire. “What if I’ve always known?”
His eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened so hard you thought it might shatter. “Then you’re cruel,” He rasped, his forehead nearly touching yours, his breath hot and uneven. “Because I can’t stand it. Can’t stand seeing you with anyone else. I don’t want them looking at you. I don’t want them touching you.” His hand moved from his side to your waist, fingers digging in possessively, like he was staking his claim. “You’re mine. And I don’t share.”
The tension between you became heavy and dangerous. “So what are you gonna do about it, Sheriff?” You taunted, your voice dripping with challenge, your lips brushing his as you spoke.
His answer came fast and rough.
Rick crashed his mouth into yours, and there was nothing soft about it—no hesitation, no restraint. His lips were bruising, his teeth grazing yours in a kiss that felt like a battle neither of you wanted to win.
His hands gripped you tight—one at your waist, pulling you against him, the other cupping the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair to hold you right where he wanted you.
You matched him, meeting his fire with your own, your fingers twisting into his shirt and pulling, dragging him impossibly closer. Your back hit the door with a thud, and he pressed into you, chest to chest, every inch of him solid and burning.
His stubble scraped against your skin as he angled his head, deepening the kiss, swallowing every breathless sound you made.
There was no softness—only heat, only the hunger of everything unspoken finally unleashed. It was teeth and tongues, desperate and raw, as if letting go meant losing something vital. He growled low against your lips, his grip tightening as if daring you to pull away.
But you didn’t. You couldn’t.
Because this was Rick—rough, possessive, yours. And you were his.
Without another word, Rick claimed your lips deeper, his tongue demanding entrance. You responded eagerly, your mouth opening to his, tasting the passion that had been simmering for so long.
His hands roamed over your body, his touch rough yet arousing, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
He held you against the wall, his body pressing against yours, his hardness evident through his clothes.
His hands tugged at your blouse, buttons popping open, revealing your delicate lace bra and the swell of your breasts. He cupped your breasts, kneading them roughly, his thumbs teasing your hardened nipples.
Moans escaped your lips, a mixture of pleasure and surprise at his sudden ferocity.
With urgency, he unbuckled his belt, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He pushed down his trousers, revealing his throbbing erection, straining against his boxers. You reached out, cupping his length, through his boxers.
Rick groaned lowly. “Fuck, that feel so good.”
He unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them down in a swift move, his hands sliding beneath your underwear, finding your wetness. He plunged two fingers inside you, his thumb seeking your clit, rubbing it in circles as he pumped his fingers in and out.
“Shit—” You hissed and squeezed your eyes shut. “Please, Rick. . . I need you inside me.”
Your legs trembled as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.
With a growl, he lifted you, positioning your legs around his waist. In one swift motion, he impaled you on his rigid shaft, filling you to the hilt. You gasped as he began to move, his thrusts hard and relentless.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as he pounded into you, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. Your bodies moved in perfect rhythm, a primal dance of passion. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, leaving marks of possession.
“Yes, that's it. . .” Rick pounded into you harder, his grip on you tightening. “Take it all, sweetheart. You're mine, do you understand? Mine.”
You cried out as his words and the raw intensity of his possession sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of pleasure, your body trembling in his arms.
Rick’s own release was imminent. He withdrew with a growl, his cock glistening with your juices, and positioned himself at your entrance once more.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within you, his hips grinding against yours as he emptied his pent—up desire.
As your bodies calmed, you both collapsed in a heap on the floor, breathless and sated. Rick’s anger had transformed into raw, unbridled passion, leaving you both spent and satisfied.
The silence that followed was warm and heavy, broken only by the sound of your ragged breaths. His chest rose and fell beneath your head, his heartbeat a steady, grounding rhythm against your ear.
His arm was still wrapped around you, strong and sure, like he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go just yet.
After a long moment, Rick’s voice, rough and low from everything you’d just put him through, rumbled in your ear. “I should—” He started, his words slow and a little dazed, “—probably clean you up. Before someone—” He waved a lazy hand toward the windows, “—comes knockin’.”
You huffed a soft laugh, your lips brushing against his chest as you grinned. “Later,” you murmured, voice still thick with satisfaction, your fingers lazily tracing patterns over his skin. “I like you better right here.”
He sighed, and you felt the deep rumble of it under your palm. “You’re impossible.” He muttered, but his arm only tightened around you, pulling you closer.
You lifted your head just enough to meet his eyes, and there it was—that familiar spark, soft now, warm and teasing. “You love it.” You teased, your lips curving into a smirk.
Rick’s eyes, still dark but soft around the edges, met yours with a look that made your heart skip.
His hand rose, brushing a thumb over your cheek, and his voice dropped into something rough and tender all at once. “Yeah,” He admitted, his eyes never leaving yours. “I do.”
A slow, knowing smile tugged at your lips. “Good,” you whispered, leaning in to steal another kiss—soft, playful, and far too sweet for how reckless you’d been just moments ago.
He groaned against your mouth, but he was smiling now, and you felt it. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered between kisses, his tone low and fond.
You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your own dancing with mischief. “Yeah,” you breathed, brushing your lips against his once more, “but you’d enjoy every second of it.”
“Yeah,” He brought up a hand and gently traced your cheek with his fingers. “I would.”
And as he looked at you—flushed, radiant, and completely his—one thought echoed in his mind, certain and inescapable;
They could damn him forever. . . because he’d choose you every single time.
summary: you go missing during a walker attack and you don't return until a few hours later, and a confrontation and confession later, you realise how much rick worries about you.
warnings: swearing, gore, violence, angst, yelling, descriptions of injury & blood and weapons use.
word count: 2.3 k
a/n: apart of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it
𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.
Was the only thing running through Rick Grimes’ mind in that moment. You, Rick and Carl entered the prison together after being on a run but the two of you seemed to have accidentally split up with him because of the sudden herd of walkers in the courtyard of the prison.
Kill after kill, he roamed his eyes around the courtyard, noticing Daryl, Maggie, and Glenn fighting off walkers, but you and Carl no where in eyesight.
Rick’s heart pounded as he swung his machete, taking down walker after walker that threatened him or his home. He couldn't see anything through the chaos, and he took down the last walker that blocked his eyesight of a few feet away from him.
And then he saw you.
You were killing any walker and that came close to you and Rick let out a sigh of relief once he saw you, still alive and fighting. But then dread washed over him when a saw a walker sluggishly walking towards you from behind, wanting to take it's bite.
And you didn’t even know.
He started to run towards you before quickly grabbing his Colt from his holder and shut the walker that was behind you. When you felt a bullet whizzing behind your head, you turned your head quickly, seeing the walker limp on the floor.
You turned your head back around, eyes furrowed until your eyes landed on Rick, a few feet away from you. It was like electricity crackling as both of you made eye contact.
“Thanks.” You called out, your lips lifting up in gratitude.
“Anytime.” He smiled back until his eyes drifted towards the opposite side of the courtyard, noticing the larger herd of walkers about to break in.
His face paled and he called out Glenn and Tyreese’s name who noticed the larger herd on the other side and started to run towards it.
He then called your name while killing some walkers, telling you to join them on the side of the courtyard, and that he will hold it off here.
You started to jog towards Glenn and Tyreese on the other side of the courtyard, when he suddenly shouted your name.
You turn your head, jogging backwards as he called your name. His eyes seemed to soften as he looked at you, despite the situation at hand. “Be careful.”
“You too, Rick.” You winked at him before running towards Glenn and Tyreese, Rick’s eyes following you.
Rick wanted to keep his eyes on you, make sure you were okay, but the onslaught demanded his full attention.
When the last walker fell, for what felt like hours later, it was sunset and Rick thought he would pass out from his sweat.
He hadn't seen you since he told you to join Glenn and Tyreese on the opposite side of the courtyard because of the coming herd.
Rick walked forward, the axe falling from his hand in exhaustion and he turned the corner, seeing everyone standing their safely, no bite or scratch on them.
He didn't notice the look of panic of their faces when he turned the corner.
Rick wiped the sweat and blood from his eyebrow, scanning over everyone until his eyes stopped on Carl.
Carl.
He let out a sigh of relief when he saw his son. He was fearing for the worst when he didn't see his son in that time period and he currently felt a bit of worry releasing from him, his shoulders slightly slumping in relief.
He drifted his eyes away from his son, his hand rubbing his stubble, mind blaring for a new plan. His eyes carried on roaming over everyone until he noticed something was off. Someone was missing.
You.
His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened, as he roamed his eyes over everyone again, to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating and you were actually there.
You weren't.
Rick felt his chest burning and he suddenly found it quite hard to breathe. His breath quickened, becoming shallow and uneven.
The world around him seemed to blur all around him, and all he could hear was the thunder of his own pulse.
Rick stumbled backwards and his eyes immediately snapped towards Tyreese and Glenn, who slightly hid behind his girlfriend in panic.
“Where is she?”
No one had to guess who he was talking about.
“Glenn.” Glenn cowered behind his girlfriend even more. “Where is she?”
Rick’s voice was low and dangerous, as if he would kill someone if he didn’t get an answer.
Glenn swallowed and slightly stepped out of his girlfriend’s shadow. “S—So, um, we were fighting off walkers and she kept on s—saying that—”
“Glenn. Where is she?”
Glenn cleared his throat and looked towards the ground in shame. “I don't know.”
The silence that followed made Rick's blood run cold.
You hadn’t meant to get separated from the others, but the walkers had pushed you further and further from the prison yard.
The fence had been compromised in one section, forcing you to retreat into the woods. Your breath came in sharp gasps as you ran, the sounds of pursuit close behind.
A fallen tree provided your salvation—you scrambled up its tilted trunk, using the height advantage to dispatch the walkers below.
But you couldn’t go back the way you came—too many of them still blocked the path.
“Shit.” You muttered, looking up at the darkening sky. The last traces of sunlight bled through the treetops, casting the forest in a blue hue.
You leaned back against the rough bark of the branch, the scratch of it biting through your jacket as you closed your eyes for a brief, stolen second.
The moans of walkers echoed below—low, guttural, and hungry, a chilling chorus that crawled up your spine.
Your chest rose and fell, breath tight and controlled, but your heart thudded hard against your ribs.
You could hear the crunch of decayed leaves, the snap of twigs as the dead shambled beneath your perch. Too many. And too close.
The wind shifted, carrying the foul stench of rot, and your stomach twisted. One wrong move and they’d know—every sunken eye, every broken jaw would turn up toward you, and then it’d be a matter of minutes until your death.
A sigh slipped through your lips, and despite everything—the danger, the exhaustion—your mind wandered. To Rick.
You could already picture that scowl of his, the hard set of his jaw if he saw you up here, cornered and reckless.
He always got so worked up when you did something ‘stupid’—whether it was running into a herd or flirting in the middle of a fight.
Poor Glenn. If he was with Rick right now, he was probably catching hell for letting you slip away.
“She’s where, Glenn?” You imagined Rick growling, eyes blazing. “Alone?”
A small, tired smile tugged at your lips.
“Sorry, Glenn,” You muttered softly. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
And with that, you closed your eyes once more, just for a second. Because there was no way in fuck you were dying and letting Rick win that argument.
The prison was deadly silent, the usual chatter replaced by an oppressive weight. Rick’s boots hit the floor in a steady, restless rhythm as he paced back and forth, his jaw tight and his hands flexing at his sides.
His eyes kept flicking toward the door, where it gave him a clear view of the gate, and towards the treeline beyond it, as if sheer willpower could make you appear.
“She should’ve been back by now,” He muttered, his voice rough and strained. “It’s been too long.”
Daryl, leaning against the wall with his crossbow resting in his arms, watched him carefully. “I get it, man,” He said, his voice low but firm. “But if we go out there blin’, we could just make it worse.”
Rick’s head snapped toward him, his eyes wild with frustration. “Worse? She’s out there, Daryl! Alone. If somethin’ happened—”
“You think I don’ care?” Daryl interrupted, pushing himself off the wall. “But you go chargin’ in half-cocked, you’ll get yourself killed. Or worse, lead the dead right to ‘er.”
Rick’s chest heaved, his hands curling into fists. His voice dropped, raw and ragged. “I can’t—I can’t just stand here.”
Before Daryl could answer back, a shout rang out from the watchtower.
“Rick!”
Rick’s heart stopped—and then it bolted. He sprinted for the gate, his boots pounding against the cracked pavement. His throat felt tight, his voice rough as he barked out, “Open it!”
Glenn was already there, muscles straining as he yanked the gate back. “It's her!”
And then—there you were.
Bruised, battered, your clothes streaked with dirt and blood. But you were alive.
Rick froze, his chest heaving, his eyes burning into you. Relief crashed over him, so intense it almost knocked him to his knees.
For a second—just a second—he thought about running to you. About pulling you into his arms and holding you so tight you’d never slip through his fingers again.
But then, his body went rigid. His face darkened. And, without a word, he turned on his heel and strode back into the prison.
You blinked, your brow furrowing as you watched his retreating figure. “Rick—?”
“Go after him,” Glenn said softly, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. “He’s been pacing like a caged animal ever since you were gone.”
You didn't need to be told twice. Your legs ached, every part of you begged for rest—but you followed him, your boots echoing down the concrete hallway.
When you found him, he was in his cell, his back to you, pacing like a storm contained within four walls.
His shoulders were tight, his hands on his hips, his head shaking like he was trying to wrestle with the thoughts in his head.
You leaned against the doorway, your voice soft but firm. “Rick—”
“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice cut through the air like a whip as he spun around, his eyes blazing. “You could've died.”
You opened your mouth, but he never gave you the chance to speak.
“You—” He broke off, his jaw clenching so hard it looked painful. “You think you’re invincible or somethin’? Huh? You think I’m just supposed to wait when you’re out there alone and—” He raked his hands through his hair, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea—”
“I didn’t mean to worry you,” You managed, your voice low. “I had it under control—”
“Control?” Rick’s laugh was harsh, humourless. “You were covered in blood!” He was pacing again, his hands gesturing wildly. “You didn’t ‘have it under control’—you were lucky.” His voice cracked on the word, raw and frayed.
You stepped further in, your voice softening. “Rick—”
“No." He stopped, turning to face you, and the storm behind his eyes made your heart ache. “You don’t get to—” His chest heaved, his voice rough and trembling. “You scared the shit out of me.”
The anger cracked, and something deeper, rawer, bled through.
“I thought—” He swallowed thickly, his voice breaking as his hands clenched and unclenched. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”
The silence that followed was heavy, thick with everything he hadn't said yet.
His voice dropped, hoarse and stripped bare. “You—” He shook his head, his words a tangle of grief and love and everything in between. “I can’t—” His throat bobbed, his voice breaking. “I can’t lose you.”
Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. “Rick. . .”
But he kept going, like he’d held it back for too long and now it was just pouring out.
“I can’t—I won’t live in a world without you in it. You get that?” His eyes were wild, shining with something unspoken but devastatingly clear. “I’ve lost so much. Too much. But you—” His voice cracked, and he shook his head. “You’re everything. And I—I love you.”
It tumbled out of him, raw and unguarded, like it had been burning his throat for months, years, forever.
He exhaled sharply, his chest still heaving. “I love you,” He said again, quieter this time, but no less fierce. “And I—I didn’t know if you felt—” He broke off, his voice rough and uncertain. “I just—I couldn’t—”
You closed the distance in a heartbeat. Your hands cupped his face, and his eyes searched yours, wide and desperate. “Rick,” You whispered, your thumb brushing his cheek. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
His lips parted, his breath shallow, and before he could say another word, you kissed him.
It wasn’t soft—it was everything. Fear, relief, love—every ounce of feeling you both had locked away came crashing together in that single, desperate kiss.
His hands flew to your waist, clutching you like you might disappear, like holding you was the only thing tethering him to the earth.
When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together, both of you breathless. You smiled softly, your voice a whisper against his lips.
“I love you too, Rick.”
His eyes fluttered shut, and a shuddering breath escaped him, like those words alone were holding him together.
His hands cradled your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as his voice—rough, soft, and wholly yours—broke the silence.
“You’re not running off alone again,” He said, his voice still firm but gentler now. “Not without me.”
A soft chuckle escaped you. “Guess you’re stuck with me, Grimes.”
His lips pressed to yours again—slower, but no less desperate. “Good,” He rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Right where I belong.”
And with the storm finally passed, he pulled you close, and he promises you that you—his world, his heart, and one of his reason to keep going—are safe in his arms.
summary: rick overhears you speaking with maggie that you feel like that rick doesn't love you. rick shows you how wrong you were. . .
warnings: pet names, teasing, dirty talk, soft sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (rick receiving), multiple orgasms, cum inside, fluff at the end, hope you enjoy :))
word count: 2.0 k
a/n: apart of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it
𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 didn’t mean to eavesdrop.
Truly, he didn’t mean to. He just wanted to go to the kitchen to get something. But as he was about to pass the living room, the sound of your voice and what you said made him stop in his tracks.
“I don’t know, Maggie,” You said quietly. “I know we haven’t said it yet, and I know what I feel but, I feel like Rick doesn’t love me. He’s been so. . . distant.”
At your words, the air seemed to leave his lungs. His chest felt tight, his pulse roaring in his ears. You thought he didn’t love you?
There was a sudden ache in his chest and the room start spinning. It was like his mind disregarded what else you said and his mind kept on replaying those other words that he dreaded.
You believe he didn’t love you.
He hadn’t meant to be distant—just careful, searching for the perfect moment to say those three words without losing everything.
He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to step in, to fix this now—but his feet wouldn't move.
The hollow ache in his chest tightened.
You don’t understand, he thought. You’re all I ever think about.
But he hadn’t said it. Not once. And that was his fault.
Rick sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, the weight of his own hesitation pressing down on him. The soft creak of the door broke the silence, and he lifted his eyes to see you step inside.
The door clicked shut as you leaned back against it, tension thick between you both.
His voice, rough and low, pierced the silence. “You think I don’ love you?”
The room fell deadly still. Your chest rose and fell with a shaky breath. “How did you hear?” You asked softly, your voice tight.
Rick’s blue eyes locked with yours, his voice taut with urgency. “Please. Don’t avoid the question.”
You hesitated, the weight of your heartache pooling in your chest, and then, slowly, you nodded without a word.
A ragged breath escaped Rick, the pain in it raw and undeniable. Then, in two strides, he was in front of you, his lips crashing into yours with desperate intensity.
The kiss was rough, searing, and filled with every unspoken word he’d been too afraid to say.
His hands cupped your face, as your body slammed back against the door. Your hands made his way up his shoulders, up his neck and then they landed in his messy, curly hair.
Rick let out a small groan and pulled you closer to him, as your fingers grabbed the back of his hair.
When he pulled back, his hands still cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. His voice, thick with emotion, trembled as he bared his soul. “You have no idea. . . no fucking idea how much I love you. I couldn’t—couldn’t breathe at the thought of losing you. I stayed quiet ‘cause I was scared. Scared that sayin’ it out loud might—might push you away.” His voice cracked, eyes burning into yours. “But I can’t hold it in. You’re everything to me. Everything. And I—” His lips brushed yours again, softer this time. “I can’t live without ya’.”
The silence that followed was heavy, but it was different—charged, fragile, and filled with understanding. And when your lips met his again, it was your answer, your vow, your everything.
You pulled away from the kiss, looking him in his gorgeous blue eyes, as your fingers still stayed to the back of his neck.
“God, I love you too.” You smiled and Rick smiled with you, resting his forehead against yours. “I was scared—scared that you wouldn’t feel the same, but I don’t have to be scared anymore. I fucking love you, Rick Grimes.”
Rick leaned down and instead of kissing you rough, like he did before, he kissed you slow and deep, portraying all of the emotions inside of him.
When you two pulled away, Rick’s eyes softened as he looked at you and he traced your cheeks. “Let me show you how much I love you.”
Rick’s voice was thick with desire, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath quicken.
Rick gently guided you back onto the bed, his fingers trailing along your bare arms, sending shivers down your spine.
He knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours, as he untied the sash of your robe, letting it fall open.
The silk slid off your shoulders, revealing the delicate lace of your black lingerie. The sheer fabric hugged your curves, accentuating your full breasts and the subtle swell of your hips.
Rick’s breath caught in his throat, his desire for you palpable.
“You’re breath taking, sweetheart. Every inch of you is perfection.” He muttered, as he traced his eyes all over you.
You felt a surge of pleasure at his words, your body responding to his touch. You arched your back slightly, offering yourself to him, your nipples hardening against the thin lace.
Rick leaned forward, his warm breath ghosting over your skin as he kissed the sensitive hollow of your throat.
His lips trailed feather—light kisses down your collarbone, eliciting a soft moan from you.
“I want to worship every part of you.” Rick murmured, as he continued his kisses. “Your body is a temple, and I want to explore every sacred inch.”
With tender care, he cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your taut nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. You arched into his touch, your body craving more.
“Oh, Rick. Please, don't stop.” You panted.
Rick smiled against your skin, his lips finding your nipple through the lace. He suckled gently, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak until it pebbled against his mouth. Your head fell back, your body trembling with pleasure.
His hands roamed freely, exploring your curves, tracing the lines of your waist, and dipping lower to cup your hips.
He gently squeezed, his fingers dipping beneath the lace to stroke the bare skin of your lower back.
Your hands roamed over his body, your fingers tracing the contours of his broad shoulders and the hard planes of his chest. You tugged at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours.
Rick obliged, shedding his clothes with haste, revealing his toned physique. His erection strained against his boxers, a testament to his desire for you.
Your eyes locked onto his throbbing cock, your mouth almost watering at the sight.
Rick lightly smirked as he caught your eyes staring at his physique and he gently tilted your chin up to look at him, your eyes immediately connecting with his.
He then leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips, your mouth moulding against his as he swiftly slipped his tongue into your mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds, smiling at your dazed expression.
“I want to taste you, Rick. Let me show you how much I love you too.” You practically pleaded, your hands on his thighs.
“Sweetheart, I just want to take care of you tonight, I'm perfectly fine.” Rick gently said as one hand traced your cheek.
You shook your head with a slight smile. “I want to show you how much I love you.”
Rick’s eyes darkened with desire at your proposition and nodded, as he lay back on the bed, his hands guiding you head towards his aching shaft.
You knelt between his legs, your hands gently caressing his length through the fabric.
With slow, deliberate movements, you slid his boxers down, freeing his rigid cock. It stood proudly, glistening with pre—cum at the tip.
You leaned forward, your breath washing over the head, making Rick shudder with anticipation.
Your lips parted, and you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head, tasting his essence.
You sucked gently, your lips sliding up and down his shaft, your hand cupping his balls, massaging them softly.
Rick groaned, gently taking a fist of your hair. “Fuck. Sweetheart, your mouth feels incredible.”
You hummed in response, your mouth working him with increasing fervour. You took him deep, your throat constricting around his girth, your saliva coating his length.
Rick’s hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting into your mouth, his pleasure building.
But Rick wanted more. He wanted to give you the same pleasure you were giving him. With a gentle hand, he guided you up his body, positioning you above him.
“Ride me, darlin’. Let me feel you.” He whispered against your lips.
You straddled his hips, your wetness already glistening on your thighs. You positioned yourself over his throbbing cock, your hands resting on his chest for support.
With a slow, deliberate movement, you sank down, taking him inside you inch by inch. Your walls stretched to accommodate his girth, and you moaned as he filled you completely.
“Oh, God, Rick. You feel so good inside me.” You cried out, your head tipping backwards.
Rick’s hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as you began to ride him. Your breasts bounced with each downward thrust, your nipples rubbing against his chest, eliciting a chorus of moans from both of them.
“That's it, baby. Take all of me. Show me how much you love me.” He moaned, his hands momentarily gripping your hips.
Your movements became more urgent, your body riding him with abandon. You leaned forward, your hands braced on his shoulders, as you set a relentless pace, your hips rolling in perfect rhythm with his.
Rick's hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and caressing your thighs, heightening your pleasure.
He could feel your muscles clenching around him, your orgasm building.
You buried your face into his neck, moaning. “I'm close, Rick. So close.”
Rick's own need was reaching a crescendo. He wanted to prolong your pleasure, but his body demanded release.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you come around me.”
As if on cue, your body stiffened, your walls clenching tightly around him. A wave of pleasure washed over you, your back arching as you cried out his name.
Rick held your hips firmly, thrusting up to meet you, his own orgasm claiming him.
They rode the waves of ecstasy together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Your juices flowed freely, mixing with Rick’s seed as he filled you completely.
As their breathing slowed, Rick gently rolled you onto your back, his body still joined with yours.
He brushed the damp hair from your forehead, his eyes filled with adoration.
“You’re everything to me,” He whispered softly, his thumb tracing your cheek. “I love you. More than anyone could describe.”
Pressing a tender kiss to your lips, he pulled away and sat up, his gaze never leaving you. “Stay right here,” He murmured, his voice low and warm.
He disappeared into the bathroom, and moments later, he returned with a warm, damp towel.
Kneeling beside you, Rick was careful and gentle as he cleaned you up, his hands soft and attentive, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
Once finished, he tossed the towel aside and pulled the sheets over both of them, gathering her into his chest.
His lips brushed against your temple as he whispered, “You okay?” His hand rubbed slow, comforting circles along your back.
You nodded, a soft hum of contentment escaping you.
Rick smiled against your skin, his voice tender. “I’ve got you. Always.”
The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the steady, protective beat of his heart beneath your ear.
Maybe he shouldn't have been so worried after all.
The sky was cloudy, but still had streaks of sun coming in between the clouds as you and Rick parked at the remnants of an old roadside shop. As you walked in, your eyes widened at the decorations in the shop.
Red hearts banners everywhere. There was also a huge banner that you would know exactly what day it was, when you walked in. ‘Happy Valentines Day’.
You turned your head towards Rick, who was in the same shock as you were, eyes blaring at all the decorations.
“So. . .” You trailed off, watching as he turned his head towards you. “You think it's Valentine’s Day?”
“Well, no, sweetheart. Of course not. How could it be?” His voice was full of sarcasm and you rolled your eyes and walked towards some shelves, looking around. “The decorations doesn’t give it away, does it?”
“First off,” You spun around and pointed a finger at him. “Don't get all sassy with me, only I’m allowed to do that. And besides, it would make sense that it is Valentine’s Day because I keep on seeing stuff related to it.”
Rick hummed and scrunched his face up when he picked up a card that said ‘You make my heart skip a beat’. “Elaborate, sweetheart.”
“For example, two days ago I was on a run with Daryl and we ended up in a sex shop—”
“Did you get anything?” Rick interrupted with a small smirk as he looked up at you.
You gave him a scolding look. “You’d know. Anyways, we left the sex shop and we went to another shop and guess what, more Valentine’s Day decorations. And, this morning I woke up early and had a feeling that today was something special.”
Rick stopped looking around in the shelves and slowly turned to look at you. “So, you left me in bed, all cold and alone, because you had a feeling?”
You shrug, not sensing a problem. “Yeah.” You walked, looking around again. “And also, it was snowing a few weeks ago, that means it should be February already. The timeline adds up.”
You felt arms wrap around your waist from behind and you laugh when Rick kisses you on the cheek, his stubble tickling your jaw. “Well then, Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’.”
Rick removed his arms from your waist and walked in the other direction, looking for anything that could be useful.
As you moved toward a counter, something glinted beneath the debris. Brushing aside old receipts and broken glass, you uncovered a small, heart—shaped locket on a delicate chain.
The gold surface was tarnished, but when you clicked it open, the inside was surprisingly intact—a tiny mirror on one side and an empty space on the other, waiting for a photo.
A voice interrupted your thoughts. “Find something?”
You turned to find Rick in front of you, his blue eyes curious but softened by something else—something that always seemed to linger when he looked at you.
You held up the locket with a teasing grin. “For you, of course. Happy Valentine’s Day, Grimes.”
Rick’s lips lifted up into a smirk as he stepped closer. “Didn’t know we were giving each other presents.”
“It was a last—minute decision.” You respond playfully.
His fingers brushed yours as he took the locket. Without a word, he unclasped it and stepped behind you, the warmth of his body ghosting your back. “Hold still,” He murmured, his voice low and rough against your ear. The cool metal settled against your collarbone as he fastened it.
“There,” Rick said, his fingers lingering at your neck. “Looks better on you.”
You turned to face him, his eyes catching yours, barely any space between the two of you.
“You didn’t even ask if I wanted it.” You teased.
Rick’s hand came up, his thumb brushing along your jaw, rough but tender. “Didn’t think I needed to. You’re already mine.”
And then he kissed you—hard, claiming, yet with a warmth that made your knees weak. The locket, cold against your chest, felt like a promise; small, simple, but impossibly meaningful.
happy valentine's day my loves <33 i'm sorry i didn't update on the actual day but hopefully you appreciate that i'm updating now. i have around six more valentine's day things to post so get ready. :))
i do not do rape, cheating (no matter if it is with rick or not), cnc, i also don't want smut requests all the time. i get it if you like smut but pls dont request it often because i don't feel as comfortable writing smut. and another reason is that when i see any rick grimes x reader, it's mostly smut. so if you could do any other than smut that would be great :)
i do not do any of those bimbo readers. icl i get pissed off when i see those vulnerable and bimbo readers who are just bratty so pls dont request them but if you do and it's a reasonable plot then i can do it :)
i do not do any of those vulnerable ahh readers like bimbo readers. like honey, it's the apocalypse and you wearing a pink fucking mini skirt while wearing a lacy blouse. be so fucking fr.
if i do not like your request and it is against one of my rules i will not do it, you're should have read my rules list
if i do get many smut requests i will not be posting some of them until like after a few weeks cause i kinda want to limit on the smut, and have fluff and angst really but there will be a bit of smut
when i do get requests, please choose an era you want (the farm, alexandria, terminus, the prison) etc and then do your request, it just makes it easier for me to navigate and pick which one it goes into :)
other than that, everything else is alright, you can send me requests and i do it in order by which ones i get first to the latest, just to make it fair :)
How about a smutty one shot where Rick is really mad, but also really needy and after a heated foreplay he gets all sensual and soft...
thank you for the request <3
𝞋𝞎 ─────── 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞
pairing: rick grimes x reader
summary: you did something very reckless on the run and rick didn't seem to like that very much, causing an argument to appear between the two of you but when you call him out, something happens between you two? . . .
warnings: yelling, pet names, teasing, dirty talk, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, cum inside, fluff at the end, hope you enjoy :))
word count: 2.5 k
a/n: first time writing smut. idk how i feel about this but hopefully you guys enjoy it :)
𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 was fucking fuming.
His shoulders were tense, his hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t know whether to grab you or keep himself restrained.
The dim glow of the lantern in the corner cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the furrow in his brow, the tight set of his jaw.
“You don’t listen,” He bit out, voice low and strained. “You never damn’ listen.”
You leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching him unravel. He was pissed, but underneath that rage was something else—something desperate.
The way his eyes lingered on you, the way his hands flexed like he wanted to grab you but held himself back.
“You’re reckless.” Rick stated, voice thick with irritation, as he stared at you. “Could’ve gotten yourself killed.”
“I handled it.”
Rick’s eyes flashed. “That ain’t the point.”
“You’re pissed.” You murmured, licking your lips to keep yourself from smirking. “But that’s not why you’re really standing there like that. Am I right, darlin’?”
His breath hitched, nostrils flaring.
“You wanna say somethin’ smart?” His voice dropped lower, rougher, that Georgia drawl slipping through. “Or you just gonna stand there makin’ me crazier than I already am?”
It's silent for a few moments, as you both stare at each other, something familiar in both of your eyes. “You done?” You asked, tilting your head, and smirking.
Rick moved faster than you expected. One second, he was keeping his distance, the next, you were pressed against the table, his body flush against yours, a rough hand gripping your jaw.
His lips hovered just over yours, his breath hot, uneven, before his mouth crashed against yours.
The kiss was punishing, all heat and teeth and frustration. He kissed like he wanted to devour you, like he needed to taste every inch of your mouth to prove a point.
His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, pressing you so tight against him you could feel the way he was shaking with restraint.
You gasped when he bit your bottom lip, and he took advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss until you felt dizzy.
Your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging hard enough to make him groan against your lips.
“Rick—”
“Shut up.” He rasped, dragging his lips down your jaw, his beard scraping against your skin.
His hands roamed lower, fingers digging into your thighs as he lifted you onto the table, stepping between your legs.
Rick’s hands managed to make his way from your thighs to your hips as he removed his bruising lips from yours, only for him to start to suck downwards.
Rick’s grip tightened on your hips, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn’t care. The sting of his touch only fuelled the heat building between you.
His teeth scraped along your jaw, and when he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, he bit down, making you let out a light moan.
“Still got somethin’ smart to say?” He muttered, hot breath fanning against your neck.
“Rick—”
His name was barely muttered before his mouth was on yours again, demanding and unyielding. The kiss was bruising, frustrating as his tongue delved past your lips.
He broke away, eyes dark and wild, hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer, his eyes burning into yours.
“Keep testin’ me,” He growled. “See what happens.”
Your pulse thrummed in your ears, each word sending a shiver straight down your spine.
You knew you should be annoyed, that you should push back, but the way he looked at you—like he was going to unravel you—made you want to push him further, make him unravel completely.
You bucked your hips against him, a wicked grin curling your lips. “Maybe I like testing you.”
His eyes flashed, and suddenly his hand was at your throat—not squeezing, just holding. His lips hovered over yours, so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating off him, but he didn't close the gap.
Instead, he let his fingers slide up, thumb pressing against your jaw, tilting your head back to expose your throat.
But then, Rick’s lips crashed into yours again, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. His hands roamed over your body, possessive and relentless, leaving no inch untouched.
The air between you was thick, heavy with want and frustration, and the way his hips ground against yours had your breath hitching, nails scraping down his back.
Rick’s hands roamed over your waist, fingers curling at the hem of your shirt, teasing the bare skin beneath.
His touch was rough, possessive, sending shivers down your spine as he deepened the kiss—hot, demanding, like he wanted to consume you whole.
Then, suddenly, he pulled back, breath ragged, eyes dark and hungry as he gripped the fabric of your shirt and yanked it over your head in one swift motion.
He barely spared it a glance before tossing it somewhere behind him, too focused on you—on the way your chest rose and fell, on the heat in your gaze that dared him to keep going.
You didn't give him a chance to pull away further. Instead, you grabbed him by the back of his shirt, fisting the fabric as you yanked him back against you, crashing your lips to his again.
He groaned into your mouth, his hands already gripping your waist, fingers digging in like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you.
Rick’s fingers trailed up your spine, rough and deliberate, sending a shiver through you as he reached the clasp of your bra.
His lips never left yours, kissing you fast and rough, but also like he was savouring every second. Then, with a practiced flick, the clasp came undone.
Rick didn't hesitate—he grabbed the straps and pulled the fabric from your arms, tossing it somewhere behind him without a care.
His hands were on you immediately, palms rough against your bare skin, thumbs tracing circles that made heat coil in your stomach.
Rick's lips broke away from yours, but before you could protest, they were on your neck, dragging along your pulse, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin.
He kissed and bit his way down, his breath hot, his movements slow but full of intent.
Then his mouth found you.
A sharp gasp left your lips as his lips enveloped your nipple, his tongue and teeth working in tandem, sending shocks of pleasure straight through you.
Your fingers shot into his hair, gripping the curls tightly, and he groaned at the sensation, the sound vibrating against your skin.
His mouth stayed latched onto you, tongue flicking, lips sucking just hard enough to make you arch into him. The sensation sent waves of heat through your body, every nerve ending lighting up under his touch.
He groaned against your skin, the deep vibration making you tighten your grip on his hair, tugging harder.
His other hand moved deliberately, rough fingers trailing over your stomach before sliding up to your neglected side.
His palm cupped you, warm and firm, thumb brushing over sensitive skin before he started to knead, fingers digging in just enough to make you whimper.
Rick hummed against you, clearly pleased by your reaction. His teeth scraped lightly before he sucked harder, his hand working in sync with his mouth.
The contrast between his tongue and the strong press of his fingers had your breath coming out in short, uneven gasps as your body tightened with anticipation.
He removed his lips from your nipple and started to kiss downwards. You ran your fingers through Rick’s hair until he reached your stomach.
When he reached the waistband of your trousers, he paused, lifting his gaze to meet yours.
Despite the fire burning between you, his eyes held a silent question—seeking your permission, making sure this was what you wanted just as much as he did.
The intensity in his stare sent a shiver through you, and without hesitation, you gave a small nod.
That was all he needed.
His fingers hooked into the fabric, and in one swift motion, he yanked your trousers down, his movements quick, almost impatient.
He barely spared them a glance as he tossed them aside, his focus entirely on you, on the way you looked at him.
He started to kneel down onto his knees, eyes staring into yours. Once he was on his knees, his eyes were trained on your wetness.
He gripped your thighs in a bruising grip as he planted teasing kisses on your thighs, getting higher each time, leaving you panting.
Once he reached to the highest point of your thighs, he looked up, a teasing smirk on his face as he played with the hem of your underwear.
“You want this, sweetheart?” He murmured, his breath fanning your sensitive area, making you buck into his mouth. “Come on, darlin’, answer me.”
You swallow, looking down at him through half—lidded eyes, and nod. Once you notice he isn’t doing anything, you groan. “Yes, please, I want this. Want you.”
Rick let out a low chuckle and pulled down your underwear off your legs in one swift motion. “You goin' to be a good girl for me and behave?”
You whine, your hips bucking up again, your body tightening in anticipation as you slowly felt the cold air drifting towards your core.
When you didn’t answer, he blew air into your core making you buck your hips up again and whimper. “Fuck—yes, I’ll be good—”
You were cut off by your own loud moan as you suddenly felt pleasure. Rick’s tongue traced your slit, tasting your essence, and you moaned again, your head falling back against the table.
His mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue flicking and probing, driving you wild with pleasure. He found your clit, sucking and teasing it with expert precision, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.
You dug your nails into his shoulders, a hiss escaping your lips as he pushed you further back onto the table.
“Shit—fuck, that feels so good, Rick.” You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as your hand slowly trailed up to grip his hair.
He increased the pace, his fingers joining his tongue, delving into your wetness, stroking and circling your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Your orgasm built, a tidal wave of pleasure, and with one final flick of his tongue, you shattered, crying out his name as your body trembled uncontrollably.
He then guided you to the bed and he went on top of you and started kissing you roughly.
You felt his desire, hard and insistent, pressing against your lower back as he positioned you on the cushions.
With a swift motion, he lifted your legs, spreading them wide, exposing your glistening core to his hungry gaze.
“You're so fucking gorgeous like this.” He growled lowly, taking off his belt and trousers. “All wet and ready for me.”
He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. With one swift thrust, he filled you, claiming your body as his own. You gasped, your eyes widening at the sensation of being stretched and filled.
“Oh fuck—shit.” You squeezed your eyes shut as he started to move. “Right there. Harder.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his hands gripping your hips tightly. The bed creaked with each powerful stroke, and you could feel the heat building within you, a volcanic eruption waiting to happen.
“Fuck—holy shit.” You heard Rick mutter and gasp as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him more into you, causing him to go deeper.
“Come for me again, darlin’.” Rick panted, burrowing his face into your neck and making a fist of your hair. “Let me feel it.”
His words were like a match to dry tinder, igniting your passion. You tightened around him, your inner muscles clenching and releasing, milking his cock as he pounded into you.
With a cry of pleasure, you climaxed again, your body convulsing around him, drawing his own orgasm forth.
Rick moaned, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep within you. He collapsed onto the bed, his weight pressing you into the cushions, his heart pounding against your chest.
You both lay there, entwined in a sweaty embrace, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of your release.
As your breathing slowed, Rick rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms. His gaze softened as he brushed the hair from your face.
Rick’s fingers traced soothing circles along your back as he held you close, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath your cheek.
For a long moment, he didn’t say anything—just let the warmth of his body surround you, grounding you in the quiet after everything.
Then, he sighed, his lips pressing against your forehead. “I’m sorry,” He murmured, voice softer now, rough edges smoothed by exhaustion. “For shouting earlier. I just—”
He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around you like he was afraid to let go. “I was worried about you. Didn’t know if you were safe, and it—” His jaw clenched. “It messed with my head.”
His thumb brushed gently over your cheek as he pulled back just enough to look at you. “Didn’t mean to take it out on you,” He said, his blue eyes searching yours, filled with something raw—something only for you.
Guilt twisted in your stomach, and you shifted to look at him, reaching up to brush your fingers over his jaw.
“I’m sorry too,” You admitted quietly. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I should’ve been more careful.”
Rick’s eyes softened, and he shook his head. “Just. . . can’t lose you,” He muttered, like the thought alone was unbearable.
His hand cradled the back of your head as he pressed another kiss to your forehead, lingering this time. “You mean too much to me.”
After a moment, he reluctantly pulled away and sat up. “Stay here,” He murmured, running a hand down your arm before getting to his feet.
You watched as he disappeared into the direction of the bathroom, the faint sound of water running filling your ears.
When he returned, he had a warm, damp cloth in hand. He climbed back onto the bed beside you, his touch slow and deliberate as he ran the cloth over your skin, wiping away the remnants of the night with a tenderness that made your chest tighten.
His brows furrowed slightly in concentration, like taking care of you was the only thing that mattered in that moment.
Once he was done, he tossed the cloth aside and pulled you back into his arms, tucking you against his chest.
“Rest,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I got you.”
You let the silence linger for a few beats, enjoying the steady rhythm of his breathing. Then, tilting your head up, you met his gaze with teasing eyes. “Are we not going for round two?”
Rick huffed a quiet chuckle, rolling his eyes.
“You’re insatiable,” He muttered, smirking as he pulled you even closer. “At least let me catch my damn breath.”
You grinned, nuzzling into his chest as his arms tightened around you. The warmth of him, the steady heartbeat beneath your ear, the way he made you feel so undeniably safe—it was enough to lull you into a peaceful haze.
Rick pressed one last kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep, trouble." He murmured.
And with that, you both drifted off, tangled up in each other.
so you two could meet before or after the apocalypse idrc
but i think you get pregnant around the prison era, not early on but like in season 4 when people get sick
i'm acc not surprised you got pregnant since you and rick are dirty dogs and doing the boombaya almost every second
you two are acc worse than glenn and maggie
so i'm thinking a few days before the disease, you already started throwing up and rick's already worried but you already start to suspect that your pregnant
when people are starting to get the sickness, rick thinks you have it and tells you to quarantine to get better and you have a kind of argument and then you exclaim that your pregnant
rick doesn't even know how to feel
all he thinks about in that moment is lori and how she ended up and he doesn't want that to happen to you
so unfortunately, since i like drama, instead of rick comforting you, he walks out of the room without saying anything
you basically think that he hates you and you start crying and maggie comes into the room and starts comforting you
you explain the situation at hand and being the sweet girl she is, maggie says 'why would he hate you?' 'he would never'
since your pregnant and hormones are all over the place, you start being sassy and maggie is like 'bitch be so fr'
twenty minutes later, somehow glenn knows 😊
and since everyone knows that glenn can't keep a secret, twenty minutes later everyone knows 😊
you thought that you would be mad but for some reason, your not
your acc kind of relieved that your not the only one knowing of the inhabitant inside your stomach
it's now nightfall and rick sees you sitting on the grass, on watch and he decides to sit next to you
he'd seemed to regain his mind to come and talk to you after a long talk from hershel
he then tells you that he's scared if you'll end up like lori and then you reassure him you won't blah blah blah
now that the angst is gone let's talk about rick with you 😼
10,000x more protective
you're not allowed on runs or on watch anymore, you just have to stand there and look beautiful 😊
you acc find it annoying because no one's even disagreeing with him. helping out with farming? fuck no. killing walkers by the fence? fuck no. going on runs? fuck no. taking care of the animals? fuck no.
you honestly can't do anything except do story time which makes you want to kill yourself
other than that, i feel like you start showing before everyone gets split up because of the g*vernor
and i'm telling you, rick goes FERAL
like you can't even walk past him without him grabbing your waist and taken you up to the guard tower
you two use the guard tower more than glenn and maggie at this point 🤷♀️
but also, i feel like he would be so gentle with you, rubbing your back and holding your hair up as you vomit and him having a hand at bottom of your back as you two walk together
the angst is back :)
honestly, i want you to be separated from rick and carl when the prison goes down but even i know that rick won't let you out of his sight
by now your like two or three months pregnant (i'm not good at maths)
and since your on the road, your injured (only a bit or rick would go feral), your under the hot sun and you currently have no food or water
so there's symptoms obviously 😼
you feel lightheaded, you feel dizzy but you obviously don't tell rick because you're a STUBBORN bitch
but because he loves you so much, he already notices :)
and so get ready bitch, because guess what, he fucking picks you up BRIDAL STYLE
MY MANS BLEEDING, HE HAS INJURIES SND CAN BARELY EVEN WALK
and he picks you up like you weigh nothing to him?? every when you're pregnant?
bro js fucking impregnate me already
so now we're at terminus and when the guy on the roof to line up in front of the container, and he's pointing the gun at your head
and rick is death staring him. he wanted to put that mf six feet for even looking at you
then rick, daryl and them lot get taken out of of the container for their heads to be chopped off yh and ricks mouths 'i love you' as he is forced to walk out
you guys leave terminus after hearing bombs and shi and you meet up with judith and you are cuddling her to your chest, protecting her the whole time and rick js wants to impregnate you again 😊
then we see gabriel and the church and shi and even before gabriel talks to you rick is already shooting him a glare, wrapping an arm around your waist
i can't really think about anything else that happens at the church except from when those dickheads who ate bobs leg cake to the church and he could barely speak about you on your baby bump before he was getting killed :)
aaron comes next and he says that he left medication medicine that will help with the baby and omg rick is giving him the deadliest glare
when aaron tells him that he can trust him, he's like bitch be so fr? like im going to risk the mother of my baby's life?
so he uses the applesauce that he says it's for judith on him :)
when the rest come back form them checking if what aaron says is legit, rick guided you to a small area and he's acc bare nervous
he's fidgeting with his fingers, biting his lip, running his hands through his hair and you finally find out why :)
then, he does some long ass speech ab how much you are to him, how excited he is to be a father to your child, then he pulls out a ring :))
he doesn't get down on one knee, saying how fucking rom com it is and they're in the middle of the fucking apocalypse
you have celebratory sex after :)) you guys try to be very quiet tho :)
there's not that much more that i can write about but when you get to alexandria, your water breaks :)
while you're in labour, your screaming that rick will never touch you again (you know that's a lie) while he winces as you squeeze his hand while he muttered praises to you
it's a girl :)
you guys actually think of a wholesome name for her (unlike carl who named his baby sister after his fucking middle school teacher. like what the fuck??)
you guys live a happy life with your baby (but then you get pregnant again in a few weeks because you can't keep your hands off this fine specimen)
oh my god, for some reason i have baby fever so i'm writing rick grimes and how he reacts with pregnant!reader. so basically, its either you guys meet before the pre apocalypse or in the apocalypse but maybe you get pregnant at the prison, and rick is actually ecstatic but worried but when the prison falls, he makes sure you come with him and carl towards terminus and omg he is so protective over you. someone threatens you, rick already blew his head off. hand at the bottom of your back, moving your hair away from your face when you throw up, and him being so feral when he sees you starting to show—OMGDBDEIUEF
summary: the governor seems to have taken you hostage because of his last conversation with rick. but only if he knew that taking you was the worst thing he could have done.
warnings: swearing, gore, violence, kidnapping, angst, torture, yelling, descriptions of injury & blood, weapons use, death and a bit of possessiveness (from rick)
word count: 4.0 k
𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.
Not even when his dead ex—wife Lori was about to give birth and they didn't have a place for her to deliver the baby. And not when the farm was burning down and they were on the road for months, starving, desperate, barely hanging on.
But this was different. This was you.
You, who had been by his side since he met you. You, who saw through the cracks in his armor, who never flinched when he fell apart behind closed doors. You, who held Judith like she was your own, whispering soft reassurances when the nights were too quiet, too dangerous.
You, who stood beside him, gun in hand, every single time, ready to protect your family. You, who made him believe—if only for a second—that there was something worth surviving for.
And now you were gone.
His hands were trembling, but he clenched them into his fists, multiple times out of anger, as the quietness of the prison enveloped him. Perhaps, it was too quiet.
Not the calming kind of the quiet, but the kind of quiet that settled deep into Rick's chest and squeezed, making it hard for him to even breathe.
He could feel everyone’s eyes on him—Daryl, Hershel, Glenn, Carol, Maggie, Michonne, Tyreese—but he didn't care. All he cared about was you and the thought of you being alone, out there with him, the Governer, made him sick to his fucking core.
“We need to go. Now.” His voice was rough, strained, and held a barely restrained edge of panic.
“Rick.” Hershel’s voice was calm and firm but all Rick heard was the static buzzing in his ears. “You’re no good to her like this.”
Rick’s head snapped up, his jaw tightening. “You don’t get it. We don’t have time. Every second we waste, she’s—” He cut himself off, his throat tightening painfully. He couldn’t say it. “I ain’t sittin’ here, not while she’s out there with him.”
Daryl shifted beside him, crossbow slung over his shoulder, eyes dark and unreadable. “Ain’t sayin’ we don’t go after her.” He said, voice low and even. “But we go in half—cocked, we’re in trouble. She needs us alive.”
Rick swiped a hand over his face, the stubble scraping his palm. His breath was coming too fast, too shallow. The thought of you—hurt, trapped—sent something ugly clawing inside his chest. He couldn’t let himself picture it. Couldn’t let himself feel it.
“She ain’t got time.” He said, his voice quieter now but no less desperate. “We gotta go now. We don’t wait. I ain’t lettin’ that son of a bitch keep her another second.”
His gaze flicked around the group, searching for any hesitation, any sign of doubt. He started walking, his hand on his rifle, his jaw clenched and a fire in his eyes. He was about to open the cell door to leave when a figure appeared in front of him.
Michonne appeared in front of him, her katana strapped to her back, staring him in the eyes.
“Michonne.” Rick gritted out, staring at her furiously. “Move.”
Michonne didn’t budge. “You can’t just walk out there alone.”
Rick’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening on the strap of his rifle. “I ain't askin’.”
Maggie, standing with her arms crossed, exchanged a look with Glenn, worry plain on her face. “Rick, we all want her back. But we go in now, we’re walkin’ into a slaughter.”
Rick didn't turn around but his chest heaved. He knew they were right, but logic didn’t matter in his mind—not when it came to you. He couldn’t sit still. Couldn’t breathe right.
“She’s tough.” Carol said softly, stepping forward. “She’s strong. She’s holdin’ on. And we are gonna get her back, Rick.”
Rick shook his head and stumbled back. “I shoulda’ been there.” He muttered under his breath. “Shoulda’—shoulda’ protected her.”
His voice cracked, and his shoulders tensed when he realised you weren't there in that moment to put a hand on his shoulder and reassure him.
Daryl clapped a hand on his shoulder instead and Rick flinched at the unfamiliar warmth from his hand. “We’re gonna fix it. But you gotta keep your head, aight?”
Rick closed his eyes, exhaling shakily. “I need her back. I can’t—” He stopped, his throat tightening again. “We move out at sunrise. No longer.”
And if anyone had a problem with it, they could fucking stay behind for all he cares.
A dull throbbing pain echoes through your skull, dragging you out of your unconsciousness. A bright light immediately hit your eyes and your head lolled to the side, immediately squinting your eyes when a sharp sting stabbing your temple, where dried blood lay.
You shifted more and your felt the cold bite of the chair, sending a shiver up your spine. Your froze and tried to move more, only to realise that your eyes were tied behind your back.
A low groan escaped your lips as you blinked, your vision swimming in and out of focus. There was a dim light above you, casting a dark shadow across the room and then you saw him.
The Governor.
He sat on a chair, in the corner, legs crossed watching you with amusement gleaming in his one eye. “Look who’s finally awake.” He drawled. “I was startin’ to think you wouldn’t make it.”
You swallowed, tasting copper in your mouth and rolled your jaw, trying to relieve the pain. “Sorry to disappoint.” You muttered, voice hoarse. “Hope you dint’ miss me too much.”
The Governor chuckled. “I knew Rick had a thing for the feisty ones.”
Your stomach churned at the mention of Rick, but you didn't show how it affected you and rolled your eyes. “That why you dragged me here? To talk about my love life? Aren't you a gossip girl?”
The Governor gritted his teeth, irritation flicking through his eyes as he stood up, walking towards you. “Actually, darlin’, I brought you here, not only because Rick defied my orders and now I'm teaching him a lesson, but I wanted to see if that smart mouth of yours would hold up after a few. . . reminders.”
“Well sorry to break it to you, darlin’,” You tilted your head and smirked. “But you're not as scary as you think.”
It seemed he didn't like that very much by his fist connecting to your right cheek. Your head snapped to the side and blood dripped from your lip. You let out a ragged breath and your turned your head to face him again, a smirk still playing on your lips.
“Is that really how hard you can go?” You rasped out. “Rick hits harder.”
His eye twitched and his fist flew at your face again, and again, making your vision blur. Your ears were ringing and you were swimming in and out and focus but you refused to let yourself break. Not in front of him. Not ever.
You tasted the sweet but salty metallic taste of blood in your mouth again but you swallowed it down and a weak laugh erupted from your mouth, making the Governor's jaw to clench in irritation.
“You're fucking weak.” You slurred, earning another punch to your face. Your head snapped to the side and you tilted your head back. “Come on, really? I thought you were like, the big bad wolf.”
“You never know when to shut up, do you?” He snapped, his voice low.
“Not when I'm having this much fun.” You smiled fakely and met his gaze head on.
His hand shot out, grabbing your chin in a bruising grip, forcing your head back. “You think this is fun?” He sneered, tightening his fingers on your jaw. “Let's see how fun it will be when Rick watches in front of his very eyes as I kill you.”
He let go of your jaw and pushed your head backwards. You pouted mockingly and frowned at him. “Are you sure you want to kill me when I have this pretty face?”
Another punch landed on your face because of your comment and your head snapped to the side once again. You whistled and you used most of your strength to loll you head back so you were facing him.
“You're getting really worked up.” You pointed out, amusement gleaming in your eyes. You then took notice of his knuckles that were now dripping blood. “You should really go and clean that up before it gets any worse. You know, don't want your blood mixing with mine. That's so unhygienic.”
There was obvious sarcasm in your voice but the Governor didn't seem to comment or do anything about it. His jaw clenched and a chuckle escaped his mouth. “I can't wait till’ I wipe that grin off your fucking face.”
“Good luck, darlin’.” You called out mockingly as he walked towards the door.
“Let's hope Rick hurries,” He said over his shoulder and then turned to look at you. His eyes roamed over your bloody face but they landed on your bare thighs. “I’d hate for him to find you in worse shape.”
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving you in the dimly lit room. You let out a shaky breath eyes flickering to your bare thighs, no trousers, only thing protecting was your underwear.
A cold shiver went down your spine as the weight of his words draped over you like a blanket. Your breath hitched but you refused to show fear — the sick bastard wanted that.
And you would never give him what you wanted.
Swallowing, you shifted in your chair, testing the tightness of the ropes around the wrists. Your jaw clenched as the ropes didn't give in, not even a little. A frustrated sigh erupted from you and you eventually gave up, trying to free your hands.
You looked around, trying to look for something to help you out but there was absolutely nothing in sight for you to use. You couldn’t even use the chair to help you because it was metal. What the fuck?
Sighing, you slumped back into your chair and dropped your head forward. You shut your eyes closed and tried to steady your breathing but you only had one thought one thing in your mind.
Rick, please hurry.
Rick’s hands moved with precise precision, loading rounds into his rifle. His jaw was tight and his eyes were dark with anger as he loaded a magazine in his pocket.
There was no way in hell he was waiting until sunrise.
His breath was ragged, his pulse pounding in his ears as his hands moved with urgency. The thought of you out there, alone, with him—it made his chest tighten, made his fingers curl a little too tightly around the rifle in his hands. Every second that passed felt like another knife twisting in his chest.
He needed you. Now.
He put down the rifle and grabbed his revolver, slipping it into his holster, when a voice cut through the quiet night.
“You didn't think that you would go without us, did you?”
Rick froze, fingers hovering over the rifle. Slowly, he looked up, his sharp blue eyes finding the rest of them. Standing there was Michonne with her arms crossed and her katana resting easily on her side.
Daryl, with his crossbow already in his hand, a knowing look on his face like he already expected this. Glenn stood next to him, a rifle slung over his shoulder, a tense but resolute expression on his face. Maggie stood behind him, arms crossed and Tyreese stood next to her, nodding at Rick firmly.
Rick sighed, running a hand down his stubble. “Knew I couldn’t slip out without you noticing, huh?”
Glenn stepped forward with a tired smile. “We knew you’d try and sneak off while we were sleeping.”
Daryl huffed, stepping forward with Glenn. “Ain’t your fight alone, man.”
Rick exhaled, nodding, his glaze flickering between all of them. He didn’t necessarily like leaning on others but right now he was very grateful. He swallowed before looking over at them once again.
“Where’s Carol?” He asked gruffly, reaching for his holster.
“She’s stayin’ back.” Maggie answered. “Lookin’ after Judith and Carl with my daddy. Said someone had to keep things together here while we go.”
Rick nodded again, putting the rifle strap over his shoulder. He couldn't argue with that. Carol was smart—she knew what had to be done. But right now, he wasn't focused on that.
“Alright,” Rick said, his voice firm. “Let's go.”
And as they moved through the prison, Rick only had one thing in mind. The Governer had you. And Rick was coming for him.
Rick had been angsty the entire drive to Woodbury. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that his knuckles turned white as he sped down the road. His foot pressed harder on the gas pedal was his other leg shaked.
The truck engine roared in response of going faster but Rick didn’t care. All that was on his mind was you.
Michonne had looked at him and had told him to calm down before he drives them all into a ditch. Her exact words.
Her words didn’t exactly help much but no one expected it to. He lost his mind when it came towards you and he was already too far gone. The only thing that was keeping him afloat was that he would deliver you home, safely, in his arms.
However, his mind drifted off to the negatives that made his chest close up. If he couldn't find you. If he touched you—
Rick’s nostrils flared from where he was walking down one of the corridors of the Governor’s house. Explosions were going off in the background which was Glenn and Maggie’s doing.
Footsteps followed behind him as he kicked one of the doors open and quickly looked inside to see if you were there. He repeated the same process for a few more doors down and panic clawed in his chest when he saw you weren’t in any of them.
Shit. Where were you—
“Rick! She's in ‘ere!”
Rick ran the fastest he could in his life. He had his gun raised if anyone else was in the room but the gun in his hand slowly clattered on the floor as he took you in. It felt like as if time slowed.
The sight of you nearly took him to his knees in despair.
Slumped in a chair, all bruised and bleeding. His hands trembled as he roamed his eyes all over you, taking in every cut and every bruise. Your head hung forward, your face swollen and battered and a trail of blood ran down your temple. Your trousers were gone, leaving you in your underwear.
He crossed the room in three long strides, falling to his knees before you with a shaky exhale. His hands were cradling your face with such gentleness that you wouldn't even know that he was angry, if you didn't see the violence in his eyes.
“Oh God,” He murmured, his voice breaking as he stroked your cheek, where dry blood was. “I'm ‘ere, sweetheart, I'm ‘ere.”
At his touch, your eyelids slowly opened and you smiled weakly as you saw him in front of you. “Fucking finally.”
At your words, Rick let out a weak laugh as Daryl worked on untying the ropes behind your back. He pressed a long kiss against your temple and he shut his eyes as he felt tears coming to them. “I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry.”
Once Daryl got your ropes undone, you winced and rolled your shoulders from being in that position for so long. Rick’s hands were on you again, checking you for any more injuries he missed. His eyes landed on your thighs and if possible, his eyes darkened even more as he saw bruises litter all over your thighs to your legs.
He lifted his eyes up to yours but this time, his voice was low and dangerous. “Did he touch you?”
You shook you head, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “Not like that. Dickhead just used his fists.”
Rick let out a shuddering breath and took off his jacket, placing it on your legs before picking you up bridal style, making sure you were comfortable.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you heard explosions going on outside, and you craned your head to look up at Rick as he carried you. “Why do I hear explosions?”
Rick walked down the dimly lit corridor, with you in his arms and the rest following behind him, weapons ready. “That's Glenn, sweetheart.”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you racked your brain for a ‘Glenn’. “Our Glenn? Pizza delivery guy, Glenn?”
Daryl gave you a look as he walked beside Rick, crossbow in hand. “You kno’ any other Glenn, sunshine?”
You shrugged. “Glen Powell.”
“I think he might be dead by now, sweetheart.” Rick huffed out a laugh as he turned to walk down another corridor. However, the laugh abruptly stopped when he saw there was door at the end of the corridor, a few metres away from where they were supposed to leave.
His eyes darkened, the reminder of what happened to you but then he looked down at you. You looked up at him, somehow knowing what he was thinking and nodded.
Rick took that as consent and gently handed you over to Daryl, who put his crossbow on his back and carried you in his arms. Rick kissed your forehead and you murmured a ‘be safe’ to him.
“Get her out of here. Keep her safe.” Daryl nodded at Rick and left through the exit, towards the outside. Everyone else followed him except Michonne, who looked at him.
“You need help?” Michonne asked and Rick immediately shook his head.
“Nah, need to do this myself.” He gritted out and walked towards the door. He kicked the door open, seeing the back of the Governor and he felt something indescribable rise in him.
I found you, you son of a bitch.
The Governor barely had time to register what was happening before Rick slammed him against the wall, his forearm pressing hard against his throat. The room was dark, the only source of light coming from the corner, casting shadows across Rick’s face and the Governor almost shuddered.
He looked like he came out a fucking nightmare.
“What the hell were you going to do with her?” Rick growled, his voice low, and trembling with barely restrained fury. His eyes were wild, his face inches away from the Governor’s. “You sick son of a bitch.”
The Governor smirked, his one good eye locking onto Rick’s. “She put up a fight, I’ll give her that,” He rasped, his voice dripping with something vile. “But I was just getting started.”
Rick snapped.
His fist connected with the Governor’s face so fast and so hard that there was a sickening crack. The Governor’s head snapped to the side, blood splattering against the wall, but he wasn’t done. Not even close.
He punched him again. And again, until he fell to the floor and Rick straddled him and carried on punching him.
“You touched her?” Rick’s voice was ragged, broken, each word punctuated with another punch. “You thought you could lay a fucking hand on her?”
The Governor’s head lolled to the side, blood streaming from his nose and split lip, but Rick didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. All he could see was you, tied up, bruised, bleeding, and he suddenly went rogue.
Rick’s hands curled around the Governor’s throat, pressing down, his breathing ragged and uneven. His fingers dug into the flesh, cutting off his air, and for a moment, all that existed was the sound of the Governor’s choking gasps and the blood roaring in Rick’s ears.
“I should kill you slow.” Rick seethed, his teeth bared in a snarl. His grip only tightened, his thumbs pressing harder into the man's windpipe. “Make you suffer for what you did to her.”
The Governor clawed weakly at Rick’s arms, his face turning red, then purple. But Rick didn’t feel mercy—not for this sick son of a bitch.
“You don’t get to live.” Rick hissed, his eyes cold, empty. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind screaming at him to finish it, to make sure this shithead never laid eyes on you again.
Surprisingly, he went against his mind and got off the Governer when he heard walkers banging on the door from all the noise inside. He walked towards the door, ignoring the Governor's wheezes behind him.
“However, you don't deserve to have a quick death.” Rick stared the man in the eyes as he pulled open the door, allowing the herd of walkers to enter. The Governor’s eyes widened as he saw what Rick had done and started to scramble away.
Rick hid himself behind the door so he could watch as the walkers walked towards the smell of blood, but hidden enough so they couldn't see him.
He felt a sense of pride when the Governor let out a scream when a walker took a bite out of his arm. The Governor looked at Rick and only saw coldness in his eyes and as he walked away, he started to realise one thing.
He really shouldn’t have fucked with Rick Grimes.
Rick admired you as you slept on his lap, in the backseats of the car. Daryl was driving and Michonne was in the passenger seat. Maggie, Glenn and Tyreese were in car behind them.
His fingers gently ran through your hair as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. God, even with cuts and bruises littering your face, you were still the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life.
He gently tucked you more into the blanket, making sure you don’t get cold. Because of his action, you stirred and your eyes flickered open slowly.
He noticed and started to gently run his fingers through your hair again. “I’m here,” He said softly, his voice breaking through the quiet of the vehicle. “I’ve got you. Just rest.”
There was something about his tone that made you believe him and you rested back onto his lap, eyes looking up at him. He smiled and rested his hand on your cheek, stroking it softly.
You smiled back, leaning into his hand and your eyes fluttered closed. You let out a breathy sigh and your eyes flutter open again, something like vulnerability in your eyes. “Did you. . .?”
Rick nodded before you could finish and you let out a sigh of relief and took his hand that was stroking your hair and pressed a kiss on the back of it. “Thank you.”
“He had it comin’,” He replied, interlocking your fingers with his. “Shouldn’ have took what was mine.”
You chuckle and then it is silence for a few moments. “How bad do I look?”
“Exactly the same.” He said, smiling at you gently. “Left looking like the most gorgeous girl in the world, came back looking like the most gorgeous girl in the world.”
You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at him. “I love you.”
“Love ya’ more, sweetheart.” He replies and then starts to stroke his fingers through your hair once again. “Go back to sleep. I'll wake ya’ up when Hershel checks on you.”
You nod, exhaling through your nose softly and fluttering your eyes shut. A few minutes later, your sound asleep again, cuddling up on Rick’s lap.
He watches you for a few more moments, his hand still gently brushing over your hair, careful not to wake you. There’s a softness in his eyes that he shows around you, what the others haven't seen in a while.
You shifted in your sleep, nuzzling more into his chest and his arms instinctively tighten around you. He let out a shaky breath and rested his chin on top of your head. His mind travel to tonight’s events before he realised that none of that mattered.
All that mattered was you being in his arms and the steady of your breathing. And as the car drove back to the prison, Rick Grimes made a vow to protect you as long as he shall live.
But he wished she would close her tiny mouth just for one night. All Rick wanted was a night's rest and he really doesn't want to hear how he looks like one of the damn walkers when he walks into the cafeteria the next morning.
However, Rick sighed and swung his feet over the bottom bunk bed, silently paddling his feet on the hardwood floor, trying not to wake Carl who was asleep on the top bunk.
Once Rick made his way out of his cell room, mind focusing on the screaming baby not far from him, he doesn't register his babies cries quieting until he suddenly stops in his tracks when he sees a figure in his daughter's room.
He gets closer the room, eyes squinting as the lamp light suddenly hit him. He registers that it's you standing there, holding his baby in your arms.
He smile softly as he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. Rick watches as you rock his baby in your arms, her bright blue eyes looking up at you, as you calm her down.
He smiles as he sees his daughter coo up at you and as you smile and lean down to kiss her forehead, Rick knew that he was done for.
do yk what would be bare cute? imagine rick waking up in the middle of the night again because his daughter is screaming her head off. i mean, he loves his baby daughter with all his heart but he's begging just to get a night's rest. so, he gets up from his bed, his mind on calming judith and when he gets to the cell/room where judith is in, he sees you, rocking a baby judith in your arms as she quiets down. he sees her coo at you and you smile and lean down to kiss her forehead and that's when rick knew he was in love with you 🥰
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